“Well, rather! It’s been a great day—” He looked at her thoughtfully across the table, and took up the carving-knife and tested it gently on his thumb. “Martin came in—about the lot, next door!”
She glanced quickly at him. “What did he say?”
“Said he’s ready—to sell.”
They were both silent.
Presently she gave a little sigh. “Well, of course we can’t—But it’s too bad!”
He looked at her, smiling. “That’s the queer thing! It’s just possible——”
“What do you mean?”
“Well—I’d been looking things over—about your Chinese coat, you know——”
“Oh-h!” Her glance held his.
He nodded. “I’d made up my mind to get it for you—if it took our last