"Somebody's got 'em."
"I haven't given you anything. You must have my wrist-watch."
She unstrapped the leather band and put it on him.
"My wrist's a whopper."
"So's mine. It'll just meet--at the last hole. It's phosphorous," she said. "You can see the time by it in the dark."
"I've nothing for you. Except--" he fumbled in his pockets--"I say--here's the wedding-ring."
They laughed.
"What more could you want?" she said.
He put it on her finger; she raised her face to him and he stooped and kissed her. He held her for a minute in his arms. But it was not like yesterday.
Suddenly his face stiffened. "Tell them," he said, "that I'm going."