8. I knew that I had only to wait for Claire to tell me the rest of
the story. But her mind went off on another tack. "Sylvia's going to
have a baby," she remarked, suddenly.
"That ought to please her husband," I said.
"You can see him beginning to swell with paternal pride!--so Jack
said. He sent for a bottle of some famous kind of champagne that he
has, to celebrate the new 'millionaire baby.' (They used to call
Douglas that, once upon a time.) Before they got through, they had
made it triplets. Jack says Douglas is the one man in New York who
can afford them."
"Your friend Jack seems to be what they call a wag," I commented.
"It isn't everybody that Douglas will let carry on with him like
that. He takes himself seriously, as a rule. And he expects to take
the new baby seriously."
"It generally binds a man tighter to his wife, don't you think?"
I watched her closely, and saw her smile at my naivet?. "No," she
said, "I don't. It leaves them restless. It's a bore all round."
I did not dispute her authority; she ought to know her husbands, I
thought.
She was facing the mirror, putting up her hair; and in the midst of
the operation she laughed.
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