Mr. Spring Fragrance set down her valise. They had just entered the house.
"If my wife is glad to see me," he quietly replied, "I also am glad to see her!"
Summoning their servant boy, he bade him look after Mrs. Spring Fragrance's comfort.
"I must be at the store in half an hour," said he, looking at his watch. "There is some very important business requiring attention."
"What is the business?" inquired Mrs. Spring Fragrance, her lip quivering with disappointment.
"I cannot just explain to you," answered her husband.
Mrs. Spring Fragrance looked up into his face with honest and earnest eyes. There was something in his manner, in the tone of her husband's voice, which touched her.
"Yen," said she, "you do not look well. You are not well. What is it?"
Something arose in Mr. Spring Fragrance's, throat which prevented him from replying.
"O darling one! O sweetest one!" cried a girl's joyous voice. Laura Chin Yuen ran into the room and threw her arms around Mrs. Spring Fragrance's neck.
"I spied you from the window," said Laura, "and I couldn't rest until I told you. We are to be married next week, Kai Tzu and I.
