She put her lips to his ear and whispered: “Your name.”
He did not answer immediately, and turning to look in his face, she saw that he looked perplexed.
“Upon my word, my darling child, I don’t know how that is, but if it can be arranged, of course I am willing,” he said.
“Oh, Bertie, Bertie! How can I ever thank you? I was almost afraid to ask it—but it would break my heart to have to give up your name.”
“There, then, precious child, you shan’t!” he said, soothingly. “I’ll talk to the lawyers about it at once. There are one or two business points on which I have to speak to you—things you will have to give your consent to. That is what I came chiefly to see about—at least that was my excuse, though I wanted to see you, too, and to be sure you had forgiven me. You do believe I’m sorry for all the pain I’ve caused you—don’t you, darling?”
“Oh, I know you are! I know you wouldn’t have done it willingly. It was only a misunderstanding. If you had come to me at first and told me what you wanted me to do, I would have done it. It’s the same thing now. There is no need to consult me. All you have to do is to tell me what it is you want me to consent to.”
“We can get through with it very quickly, then,” he said. “I might have known how good and generous you would be; but you see I can’t help making the mistake of thinking you are like the rest of the world, which you are not!”
He explained to her briefly, then, the points on which he had wanted to confer with her, but found, as she had said, that he had her consent to everything he wished beforehand.
“Oh, don’t let’s spoil our last, last time, by talking about things like that!” she said, presently. “Let’s take Fleecy up between us and be happy this once, as we used to be all the time.”
So Fleecy was called and put in the old familiar place, where she nestled snugly down, and purred and dozed in absolute contentment. Both of them caressed the cat in silence for a moment, the tiny hand following the big one up and down its back. Presently Mimi lifted her hand, and said: