"At last!" There was a tremor of apprehension in her voice. "Have you seen him?"
"Not yet. But he has sent for me, and I am going to him after seeing you to-morrow."
"Where will you sleep, Kingsley?"
"I have a bed at Godalming; but I am in no humor for sleep."
"Be reasonable, Kingsley, if you love me." She leaned forward, raised his hand to her lips, and kissed it. "Now are you content?"
"I should be false to you if I were to say I am. There, I have given you back your hand. Are you content?"
"It is yours forever and ever. Good-night, my love!"
"Good-night, my heart! To-morrow at sunrise. Mind--not a moment later! Do not close the window yet."
He managed to pluck some daisies, and he threw them up at her. She caught them, and even in the dark she could distinguish the golden tufts within their silver crowns.
"Good-night, my love," she sighed again, pressing the flowers to her lips.