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.