ork was
making itself felt, and he looked forward with joy to the hours at his
desk which would give extra delight to the play to follow. Grizel faced
work also, but faced it with a grimace. How in the world to settle
down, and to be practical, and keep house?

"Here beginneth the second volume!" she chanted dolefully across the
breakfast table. "The happy couple return from their honeymoon, and
settle down! ... Martin! I don't _want_ to settle down. Why should
one? It's out of date, anyhow, to have a second volume. Nowadays
people live at full pressure, and get it over in one. Let's go on being
foolish, and irresponsible, and taking no thought for our dinner. It's
the only sensible plan. And it would prevent so much disappointment!
I'm a daisy as a honeymoon wife, but I'm _not_ a typical British
Matron."

"You don't look it!" said Martin, and thrusting his hands in his
pockets, tilted back in his chair and sat staring across the table, his
eyes alight with admiration. A fire blazed in the grate, but Grizel's
morning robe suggested the height of summer. It was composed of some
sort of white woollen material, which showed glimpses of a delicate pink
lining. She wore a boudoir cap too, a concoction of lace and pink
ribbon at once rakish and demure. Martin was certain that she looked a
duck, what he was uncertain about was the suitability of such plumage
for the mistress of a small _menage_. Had he not kept house for eight
years with a sister who had visited the larder every morning, and kept a
stern eye on stock-pot and bread-pan, clad in the triggest of blouses,
and the shortest of plain serge skirts! His eyes twinkled with
amusement.

"Is it your intention to visit the scullery in those garments, may I
ask?"

Grizel tilted in her turn, and returned his stare with an enchanting
smile. She looked young and fresh, and adorably dainty; an ideal bride
_deluxe_.

"In the first place," she said, dimpling, "what precisely is, and does--
a scullery?"

"A scullery, my child, is an apartment approximate to, and an accessory
of, a kitchen. It is equipped with a sink, and is designed for the
accommodation of pots and pans, brushes and brooms. Likewise boots, and
er--uncooked vegetables. Every mistress of a small establishment visits
the kitchen and scullery at least once in the twenty-four hours."
Grizel considered the subject, thoughtfully rubbing her nose.

"Why vegetables?"

"Why not?"

"_With_