His chin looked squarer than ever.

Once more he carried out the suit-case, put a latchkey into the lock and threw back the door.

Joan went in and stood looking about the cheery hall with its old oak, and sporting prints, white wood and red carpet.

"Oh, but this is perfectly charming, Marty," she cried out.

"Why did we bother our heads about Alice when there is this haven of refuge ?" Martin marched up to her and stood eye to eye.