"At all events, it saves Providence a lot of trouble," she said; and they laughed together.
Their lunch was a success; and Paul smiled at her woe-begone face when the black coffee had been brought, and she was beginning slowly to remember that there was still such a place as number ten, Queen's Crescent, and that it actually existed in the same metropolis as the one that contained this superb restaurant.
"It is nearly over, and it has been so beautiful," she sighed.
"Nonsense! it has only just begun. It isn't time to be dull yet; I'll tell you when it is," said Paul briskly; and he called for a daily paper.
"What do you mean?" gasped Katharine, opening her eyes wide in anticipation of new joys to come.
"We're going to a matinee, of course. Let's see,—have you any choice?"
"A theatre? Oh!" cried Katharine. Then she reddened a little. "You won't laugh if I tell you something?"
"Tell away, you most childish of children!"
"I've never been to a theatre before, either."
They looked at the paper together, and laughed one another's suggestions to scorn, and then found they had only just time to get to the theatre before it began. And she sat through the three acts with her hand lying in his; and to her it was a perfect ending to the most perfect day in her life. He took her home afterwards, and left her at the corner of the street.