Then he turned, and it was true, all of it—that look she had remembered, that glamour, that enchantment.
“Oh, Pem!” he said. “Didn’t you know I’d come?[Pg 145]”
For a minute she was utterly content in his arms, as if her restless and disconsolate spirit had at last found peace; but not for long. She moved away, still holding his hand, and looking at him with a misty smile.
“You’re so beautiful!” he said. “Sometimes I thought you couldn’t be as lovely as I remembered, but you’re a hundred times—”
The clock on the mantelpiece struck three.
“Let’s go out!” she said hastily.
He was a little taken aback.
“Can’t we stay here, Pem? I want a chance to talk to you.”
“Not here. We can talk somewhere else. I know a nice little tea room where we can dance.”
“I don’t want to dance,” said he; “and—look here, Pem! I’m a bit hard up, this trip.”