She lifted her head and met his glance. The two burst into laughter.
The next morning the deeds were duly executed at the Union Bank, where Sheila was identified. After lunch she insisted on packing everything herself. She arranged his tie, smoothed his coat, studying him with an affection as sincere and deep as her hunger for the vision of wealth he had so marvelously held out to her.
"Now remember," he said sternly, "if anyone asks, say I'm off on business."
"I will."
"But you don't know where."
"Never fear."
"You might say, if necessary, that it was to look up some oyster beds."
"I will."
"Good-by, then," he blurted out, reaching out his hand.
"Not like that!" she cried in protest, and flinging herself into his arms she kissed him. Then holding herself from him, seizing his shoulders, she cried fervently: