She held him closer.
"I was bad and selfish to you last night, Theo. I didn't mean to be; but—I was. Honor made me understand."
"Bless her brave heart!" he said fervently. "She comes of the best stock I know. By the way, I am sure she never told you to spend the night here."
"No. She thought I had gone to bed. But I was too unhappy to trouble about that—and——"
"You thought I might turn up before morning,—wasn't that it?"
"Y—yes." She flushed softly on the confession.
"Poor dear little soul!"
He drew her to her feet, slipped on the fallen shoe, and put his arm round her. "Come along to the dressing-room and help me to get into my khaki."
She walked beside him in so strange a confusion of happiness and misery that it was impossible to say where one ended and the other began. In the semi-darkness she tripped and stumbled on the threshold, and he caught her close to him, holding her thus for a long moment. Then he began to dress.