"It was delicious of you to send them," she said. "And I've got—something for you."
"Hurrah!" said Archie. "What is it?"
She had put a half sovereign and a half-crown on the corner of the mantel-piece, and handed it to him.
"A tip?" he said.
"No; a bet. I am poor but honest."
He looked at the money.
"Twelve and six?" he said. "When did you bet me twelve-and-six?"
Helena came a step closer to him. Even in the middle of London there was something of sea-wind and open spaces about Archie.
"Oh, you stupid boy!" she said. "How many half-crowns is that?"
Suddenly Archie remembered the wager he had made with her one morning in the Park, that Lord Harlow would propose to her before the end of the season. He pocketed the money with a shout of laughter.