"Do you remember what you said about being cold? And I told you it was a question of the right man?"
I remembered.
"Well, I'm the man," he said triumphantly. "Don't fool yourself—that little hand of yours slips into my coat pocket as if it belonged there. And it does."
He pulled it out and kissed it. Luckily the theatre was dark.
Two days later I consented to elope with him. Mother was quite delirious when I told her. She came over and kissed my cheek.
"You've never disappointed me, Kit, never," she said. "If only Madge would do as well."
She sighed.
"Madge will probably marry for love, and be happy," I snapped. It was a silly speech. I haven't an idea why I made it.
"And shabby," said mother.
I turned on her sharply. The strain of the last month was over, and I dare say I went to pieces.