There, you see!" He threw back his Jovian head, with a look at his wife, half combative, half merry.
Doris's forehead puckered a little.
"Well, thank Heaven that it _has_ turned out well!" she said, with a deep breath.

"Where we should have been if it hadn't I'm sure I don't know! And, as it is--By the way, Arthur, have you got that packet ready for New York ?" Her tone was quick and anxious.
"What, the proofs of 'Dizzy'?
Oh, goodness, that'll do any time.

Don't bother, Doris.

I'm really rather done--and this post is--well, upon my word, it's overwhelming!" And, gathering up the letters, he threw himself with an air of fatigue into a long chair, his hands behind his head.

"Perhaps after tea and a cigarette I shall feel more fit." "Arthur!--you know to-morrow is the last day for catching the New York mail." "Well, hang it, if I don't catch it, they must wait, that's all!" said Meadows peevishly.