The millionaire's glance followed hers.
"There were—others," he said vaguely.
"But you have not kept them!" She leaned forward.
"No." He admitted it.
"These are the only ones—" she paused, looking at them pensively. "You don't know how happy you make me!" she said—and sighed it away.
"I am glad to have pleased you," responded the millionaire feebly.
"You don't know—" she touched the flowers as if they were something precious that must not be disturbed. "You—don't know how happy—you make me!"
The millionaire glanced uneasily about.
The door opened and Julian flashed in. "I say! I couldn't find your bag, you know!"