Christine climbed down from his knee with a sudden show of dignity.
"We must go at once--of course we must." She came back for a moment to his arms. "Oh, Jimmy, aren"t you _glad_ that we"re really--_really_ all right, that we haven"t got to pretend now the Great Horatio is home?"
"I can never tell you how glad," said Jimmy humbly.
They kissed, and Christine danced over to the looking-gla.s.s to put her hat straight.
Jimmy watched her with adoring eyes. Suddenly:
"I shall tell him that we can"t stay after to-night," he said decidedly. "I shall tell him that he can"t possibly expect it."
Christine looked round.
"Tell whom--your brother? What do you mean--that he can"t expect it?"
Jimmy put an arm round her.
"I shall tell him--don"t you know what I shall tell him?" he said fondly. He bent his head suddenly to hers. "I"ll tell him that we"re going away to-morrow"--his voice dropped to a whisper--"on a second honeymoon."
"Oh!" said Christine softly.