6/40 I defy anyone to have picked a single fault in her demeanour towards her husband of to-morrow. She lit a cigarette for him in the most charming way in the world, and when he guided the hand that held the match, she touched his crisp hair lightly with the fingers of the other. When we met in the drawing-room, she retailed with a spice of mischief much of Mrs.Marigold's advice. She had seated herself on the music stool. |