She gave it to him without a word.
"Do you mean me to read this ?" he asked.
"Yes; if you like." She answered without looking at him; apparently she was absorbed in addressing her envelope.
He opened the letter gingerly, and read in his wife's schoolgirl handwriting:-- "Dear Louis,--It's awfully good of you but I'm afraid I can't go with you to the 'Lyceum' to-morrow night so I return the ticket with many thanks, in case you want to give it to somebody else.

Nevill has come home--why of course you saw him--and I am so happy and I want all my time for him.
"I thought you'd like to know this.

I'm sure he will be delighted to see you whenever you like to call .-- Yours sincerely, "Molly Tyson.
"_P.S._--Thanks awfully for the lovely flowers.

You can smell them all over the flat!" "Come here, you fool," he said gently.
But Mrs.Nevill Tyson was stamping her envelope with great deliberation and care.

She handed it to him at arm's length and darted away.