She had made a dash out and across the lamp-lighted asphalt, and now she nodded to him from the top step of the house, with her key already clicking in the lock.
"There," she thought.
For even in the tie that binds the most adoring heart there is twisted some little gay strand of retaliation.
Let him feel that after a whole evening of sitting in her pocket he hadn't seen anything of her. She'd known that sort of feeling long enough. Let him take his turn; let him have just a taste of it!
"Good-night!" she called softly to her lover before she disappeared. "See you to-morrow!"
CHAPTER III
THE LAST SUNDAY OF PEACE
Never had Gwenna risen so early after having spent so little of a night in sleep!