“I am going very early. Perhaps—”
He hesitated. Then, hurriedly:—
“I got a little present for you—nothing much, but your mother was quite willing. In fact, we bought it together.”
He went back into his room, and returned with a small box.
“With all sorts of good luck,” he said, and placed it in her hands.
“How dear of you! And may I look now?”
“I wish you would. Because, if you would rather have something else—”
She opened the box with excited fingers. Ticking away on its satin bed was a small gold watch.
“You'll need it, you see,” he explained nervously, “It wasn't extravagant under the circumstances. Your mother's watch, which you had intended to take, had no second-hand. You'll need a second-hand to take pulses, you know.”
“A watch,” said Sidney, eyes on it. “A dear little watch, to pin on and not put in a pocket. Why, you're the best person!”