She lay back in the pillows; she gave a little excited laugh.
"Aren't persons queer when they're 'lirious?"
"Sheila Pat, catch hold!"
He tilted a brown-paper parcel into her lap.
"It's a book about horses, and there're plenty of photographs in it, so will you forgive its not being Irish? And remember that I hate being thanked, Sheila Pat. If you thank me for it, I'll kiss you. So now you know."
She was turning the pages with trembling fingers. He watched the expressive face as she bent over the beautiful photographs.
"Nell," Denis poked his head round the door, "may that conceited Atom receive another visitor? Mr. Yovil wants to see her."
"Yes, with great pleasure!" shrilled out Sheila Pat, excitedly.
She turned to Ted; she lifted up her face.
"I love it! I love it!"