“For William Archer,” she said.
“And his sons,” responded Richard.
“And his sons’ sons forever,” she finished dreamily.
Her hand still stroked the dragons.
“I did not think you—would get it—for me!” she said.
“Of course I should get it—if you wanted it.... You had only to say you wanted it!”
“You knew that!” he added after a minute.
“Yes, I knew.” A little sigh touched her lips.
They sat a moment in silence. Then he lifted the coat. “Put it on,” he insisted gently.
She lifted her arms to the sleeves and smiled at him as he wrapped it about her.... Suddenly the look of pallor was in her face. It grew strangely quiet, and a touch of wistfulness curved the smile of the lips.