“Come along!” he cried, but Kate did not move, she still sat in the stalls.
“Don’t leave me, David, I want to hear the play?” she said archly.
“There was no play. There is no play. Come, or we shall be locked in for the night.”
She still sat on. He went to her and seized her hands.
“What does it matter!” she whispered, embracing him. “I want to make it all up to you.”
He was astoundingly moved. She was marvellously changed. If she hadn’t the beauty of perfection she had some of the perfection of beauty. He adored her.
“But, no,” he said, “it won’t do, it really won’t. Come, I have got to buy you something at once, a ring with a diamond in it, as big as a bun, an engagement ring, quickly, or the shops will be shut.”
He dragged the stammering bewildered girl away, down the stairs and into the street. The rain had ceased, the sunset sky was bright and Masterman was intensely happy.
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