"Well I hope you have not forgotten the present for Bertie: his little tongue has talked of nothing else all day."
"I know I did not forget my little wife," he said, as taking a ring from his pocket he placed it on her finger.
"You are always good and kind," she replied, "always thinking of me."
"Always, Amy."
"And now do tell me all you have been doing this long time, and where you went, and whom you saw. Surely you must have some adventures worth relating?"
"No, none. I went simply nowhere; London is chill enough in November, and even had it been otherwise the charm was wanting to induce me to go out. I saw few people I knew; but I met some old friends of yours, yesterday."
"Yes?" said Amy, inquiringly.
"Can you not guess who?"
Amy's heart whispered the Linchmore's; but refused to say so.
"Have you no curiosity?" he asked, "I thought you were all anxiety a moment ago."