He came over and stood by her chair, looking down at her affectionately. With a smile, he said:
"Well, are you ready?"
She looked up quickly, a faint flush on her pale face.
"For what, dear?"
"You know what I said in the telegram?"
"Yes."
Her head dropped forward on his shoulder. In a low tone, she murmured:
"Yes."
"Well, I meant it," he said tenderly.
"I know," she whispered.