He glanced down at it.
"Well, I was afraid it was rather gorgeous," he said slowly, "but I didn't think it would shine through my overcoat!"
"Oh, yes,"—she was quite unabashed,—"I saw the glow of it on thy manly bosom."
"I—I want to apologise for—"
"Oh, no, you don't! Please don't, Ted!"
"They were so beastly rude," he said.
She searched for excuses. "It really was rather—rather startling for them! You see, they're different from us—I mean," catching sight of his expression, "we're always having fun and that kind of thing—"
He smiled at her.
"Give it up, Nell," he said gently; "it's awfully good of you, but it's no go, anyway."
"Well, but—why did you come to the gate, and then turn away?"