“Say over there, then? By the roundabouts, in about an hour?”

“All right; very good! Mr. Smith shall escort me there when we’ve had our tea. It’s strange, Albert, isn’t it, that in this place of my whole married life, you’re the only friend I’ve got left?”

Wolf was aware of an expression in her brown eyes, a droop of her straight shoulders, that made him realize that there were strange emotions stirring under the surface of that airy manner.

“The roundabouts, then!” he repeated.

“All right⁠—in an hour or so!” she flung back. “And why don’t you and Selena have a turn at the swings?” she added, as she went off.