"It's all very fine to say that; but you've got no one in the world belonging to you except me."
"Don't, I tell you."
"Nora!"
"Now listen. We've never quarreled once since the first day I came here. Now are you satisfied?"
She said it bravely, but it was with a feeling of unspeakable relief that she saw Reggie Hornby at the door.
She certainly had never before been so genuinely glad to see him. As she smilingly held out her hand, her eye took in his changed appearance. Gone were the overalls and the flannel shirt, the heavy boots and broad belt. Before her stood the Reggie of former days in a well-cut suit of blue serge and spotless linen. She was surprised to find herself thinking, after all, men looked better in flannels.
"I was wondering what on earth you were doing with yourself," she said gayly.
"I say," he said, his eye taking in the bright little room, "this is a swell shack you've got."
"I've tried to make it look pretty and homelike."
"Helloa, what's this!" said Marsh, whose eye had fallen for the first time on the bowl of flowers.