It is impossible to describe to you exactly how Herbert looked. But
shame, defiance and unconcern were the principal ingredients in his
expression as he stood on the kerb and stared across the road.
He started guiltily as I approached.
"Hallo, Herbert!" I began with my customary _bonhomie_.
"Hallo!" he said dismally.
"What are you doing here?" I asked sternly.
"Nothing," said Herbert. "Have you ever noticed what a fine building
that post-office is?"
"No," I said; "neither have you. Herbert, you are concealing something
from me. What have I done to deserve it? Have I not enjoyed your
confidence these many years, and have you ever known me betray it? Is
it marriage that has changed you thus? Is it--"
"Shut up," said Herbert. "I'll tell you, if you stop talking."