“Wear your—” He checked it on his tongue. “Get something—There’s a week, you know. You can get something, can’t you?”
“Yes, if you think I ought—”
“Of course—get what you need.” She waited thoughtfully.... “I have—a dress that might do—with a little changing—” she said.
He saw with a flash, suddenly, the dark attic above them—and a man on his knees staring down at the grey and shimmering whiteness. “Better get something new, wouldn’t you?” said Eldridge.
“Perhaps—I will think—about it.”
He could not have told which he wished——-But when, the night of the concert, she came down to him wearing the grey dress and long grey gloves, with the lace falling softly back—he knew in the flash, as he looked at her, that he was glad....
She was buttoning one of the gloves and the long grey coat hung from her arm. She did not look up.
He took it from her and wrapped her in it.
They were going to another world—together. She was going—with him.
There was a little, quiet flush in her face as she sat in the car. Other people were going to the concert, and she looked at them as they came in and sat down.