With a laugh that was half a sob she kissed his upturned face. "Keep me safe, keep me safe, Andy!" she whispered.
Andy slowly rose to his feet, and, turning, faced her. He took her hands in his. "By Jove, you kissed me! You kissed me, Vivien!"
She laughed merrily. "Well, of course I did! Isn't it—usual?"
Andy smiled. "If things like that are going to be usual—well, life's looking a bit different!" he said.
Suddenly there were wild sounds in the outer office—a door slammed, a furious sweet voice, a swish of skirts. The door of the inner office flew open.
"What about lunch?" demanded the Nun accusingly.
"I'd forgotten it!" Vivien exclaimed.
"So had I, but I'm awfully hungry, now I come to think of it," said Andy. "The usual place?"
"No," said the Nun. "Somewhere else. Harry's there—lunching alone! The first time I ever saw him do that!" She looked at the pair of them. Her remark seemed not to make the least impression. It did not matter where or how Harry Belfield lunched. She looked again from Vivien to Andy, from Andy to Vivien.
"Oh!" she said.