variety of husband. But, of course, this must be done tactfully. So, when she comes for the conference to-night—you are to act as if she just dropped in accidentally and we insisted on her staying to see the fun."
"Fun! Um-m—" murmured Mr. Larry. "If this conference is on the practical question of reducing the cost of living, and Claire betrays interest, I fear she will rouse the suspicions of sharp-eyed, clever Teresa Moore. Why can't you women play the game of being in love, like we men do, open and above aboard?"
"Because, dearest husband, for generations we have been taught that a 'nice' girl does not flaunt love. Your grandmothers might have died of love, but admit it—never. However, at the present rate of liberation, we'll soon be proposing—"
"Do you really believe that men propose? Why—"
"Now, Larry Hall, don't you dare start that moth-eaten argument. You did—"
"Of course, but you were an exceptional girl—"
Having admitted that such might be the case
