"But I thought you were married to Boy. I thought—I thought Adèle was
Miss Mansel."
"Oh, Piers," said Jill reproachfully. "And she's got a wedding-ring on."
Piers stared at Jill's hand.
"I—I never thought of that," he said slowly. "I am silly." A wonderful smile came tearing to light his face. "But oh, Jill," he faltered, "I—am—so—awfully—glad!"
Never, I fancy, was love so simply declared.
For a moment Jill looked at him. Then her eyes fell, and an exquisite blush came stealing into her cheeks.
For an instant Piers hesitated. Then he let fall her fingers and turned about, flushing furiously….
Before he had found his tongue, my cousin advanced to her hostess and put out her hand.
"I'm afraid I'm awfully late," she said quietly.
Mrs. Waterbrook stooped and kissed her.