He laughed.
"Because I like diamonds and I like you to look well. I--I suppose you couldn't twist 'em up somehow now, could you? The postillions won't see."
She removed her bonnet and deftly coiled the long plaits about her shapely head.
"I'm afraid it's not very neat," she said solidly.
But he was more than satisfied.
"You look divine!" he cried exultantly. "More like other people, you know; and I dare say it is mean of me, but your close crop always made me feel bad, because you know I was really the cause of it. So now we start fair, don't we?"
"Quite fair," she answered, with a smile. He was such a child. Yet some of the glamour had gone.