She smiled, as she patted his cheek lovingly, and said:
"That would not be necessary, Ken dear. No matter how changed you looked, what disguise you wore, I should still know you."
"And if it wasn't me," he laughed, "but only someone who looked like me?"
"I could never be mistaken. The ring in the voice, the expression in the eyes—no woman who really loves could ever be deceived."
She had drawn nearer to him, her mouth upturned and tempting, her face with that gentle, wistful expression he was never able to resist. Throwing his arms impulsively about her, he clasped her passionately to his breast.
"Sweetheart," he whispered, "you don't know how dear you are to me!"
"Nor can you," she replied, as he smothered her with kisses, "ever realize what you are to me!"
Suddenly they were interrupted by a sound at the door behind them. Some one coughed discreetly. Quickly separating, Helen turned round. In some confusion she exclaimed:
"Hello, Ray. I thought you were out. When did you come in?"
"I was out. I have been shopping. I met Mr. Steell in the park and we had a lovely walk." Slyly she added: "I am afraid I returned too soon. I see you're both busy."