Ronnie's love to-night was very wonderful.
She moved towards the door, but paused in passing, to look into the smouldering embers of the fire.
At that moment the clocks struck midnight. She heard the Westminster chimes, up on the landing.
It was Christmas Day.
"Unto us a Child is born; unto us a Son is given," murmured Helen. "Oh, holy Christ of Christmas, may the new life to come be very perfect for my Ronnie, my baby, and me."
"Helen!" came Ronnie's eager happy voice, shouting over the stairs. "I say, Helen! Where are you?"
"Coming, darling!" she called, passing out of the studio, and moving swiftly down the corridor.
Ronnie, on the landing, was leaning over the banisters, an expression of comic dismay on his face.
"Oh, I say!" he whispered. "I've done it now! I believe I've woke the baby!"