Mrs. Trenchard that evening, after a brief absence from the living-room, reappeared in her best flowered bonnet and a muslin shawl and announced her intention of going "just there and back."  Her husband, who was reading the newspaper, looked up and nodded.  Templeton was sketching out a specification, and did not hear what she said.  Eves gave her a cheerful _au revoir_ from the depths of the chair where he lay at ease, and smiled at her retreating form.