“Certainly,” said Mr. Marrapit.
A pause followed. The wistful woman felt that, were the thing to be done properly, the word lay with her companion. To her pleasure he continued:
“To-day, then, is an anniversary?”
“It is.”
“Of a happy event, I trust?”
Mrs. Major clasped her hands; spoke with admirable ecstasy. “Oh, Mr. Marrapit, of a golden—golden page in my life.”
“Elucidate,” Mr. Marrapit commanded.
Mrs. Major put into a whisper:
“The day I came here.”
Mr. Marrapit slowly moved his head towards her.