“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?”
“Darling!”