The man bowed his head and blushed.
"But I have kept my promise, Dolly."
"Of course you have, you poor, dear, long-suffering soul. Oh, David, when I think what I have been taking for granted I am humiliated, and ashamed—but I am glad, too. I cannot tell you how glad."
A pair of white gloves, still showing the shape of her hands, lay in the chair where Miss Tennant had tossed them. David brought her one of these gloves.
"Put it on," he said.
When she had done so, he took her gloved hand in his and kissed it.
"As a matter of form," he said.
She laughed easily, though the blush of humiliation had not yet left her cheeks.
"Tell me," she said, "what you would have done, David, if—if I did care."