“Don’t be silly,” she said; “come back!”
“But you said you wanted a box of chocolates.”
“But I want to know what your surprise is first?”
“Well, then, have a look in my pockets and see if you can find it.”
She put both her hands in his coat pockets, and quickly, before she knew what he was doing, his arms were round her, and he had drawn her close to him. Her hands were prisoners in his pockets and she was powerless. Slowly he put his face to hers and kissed her.
“That’s not fair,” she said.
“It’s very nice.”
“I daresay, but I want to know what your surprise is?”
For answer he placed the envelope in her hand; she looked puzzled, but when she had opened it she gave a little cry of delight.
“Oh, Roland, how dear of you!”