Helen and Nora had already obeyed the summons of the dressing bell.
"Henry, I want to hear your news," she insisted.

He threw himself into an easy-chair and turned over the contents of Philippa's workbasket.
"Where's that tie of mine you were mending ?" he asked.

"Is it finished yet ?" "It is upstairs somewhere," she replied.

"No, I have not finished it.
Why do you ask?
You have plenty, haven't you ?" "Drawers full," he admitted cheerfully.

"Half of them I can never wear, though.