After dinner that night, Juliet, having once more put things in order and
slipped off the big pinafore which had kept her spotless, joined her
husband in the garden up and down which he was comfortably pacing, hands
in pockets, pipe in mouth.
"Jolly spot, isn't it? Come and perambulate," he suggested.
"Just for a minute. Tony, are we going to the Reardons?"