JENNY did not see Maurice after the party until the following night, when he waited in the court to take her out.
"Come quick," he said. "Quick. I've got something to show you."
"Well, don't run," she commanded, moderating the pace by tugging at his coat. "You're like a young race-horse."
"First of all," asked Maurice eagerly, "do you like opals?"
"They're all right."
"Only all right?"
"Well, I think they're a bit like soapsuds."
"I'm sorry," said Maurice, "I've bought you opals for a birthday present."
"I do like them," she explained, "only they're unlucky."
"Not if you're an October girl. They're very lucky then."