She smiled encouragingly.
"I think you are such a nice man to have about," commented Mrs.
Medcroft, this time yawning freely and stretching her fine young arms in the luxury of home contentment.
Brock went to bed early, in Vienna that night--tired but happy, caring not what the morrow brought forth so long as it continued to provide him with a sister-in-law and a wife who was devoted--to another man..