“But if she came in?”

“She won’t.”

“Well, at any rate, I shall have to go and put it up.”

“No, please don’t.”

“But suppose someone comes in?”

“They won’t. And besides, if they did, they ought to think themselves jolly lucky; you look simply lovely!”

“Do I?” The words came in a soft whisper from lips almost touching his.

“As always.” The hand that lay in his pressed tightly. “You’ll stay like that, won’t you?”

“If you’re good.”

“Darling!”