"That?" he replied, touching a little blue-enamelled case that hung from his watch-chain. "It has nothing more interesting in it at present than a picture of myself. But I'd hoped—"
"Give it to me, will you," she asked, "in remembrance of to-day?"
He detached it silently from his chain, and, pressing it to his lips, placed it in her hand.
"I'll always wear it," she said.
There was an awkward silence for a moment, and then, pulling himself together, he remarked brusquely:
"I suppose we'd better be starting for town."
"I'll join you later," she replied. "I want to go to mid-day service in the little church next to this convent. Such a pretty little church. I was married there once."
"You were what? Are you really serious, Miss Arminster?"
"Perfectly," she answered, giving him a bewitching little smile as she tripped out of the garden.