"Now, how did that get there?" she said.
"You snitched it up, sweetness," said Mullett gently. "Your little fingers just hovered for a moment like little bees over a flower, and the next minute the thing was gone. It was beautiful to watch, dearie, but put it back. You've done with all that sort of thing now, you know."
"I guess I have," said Fanny wistfully.
"You don't guess you have, precious," corrected her husband-to-be. "You know you have. Same as I've done."
"Are you really on the level now, Freddy?"
"I'm as honest as the day is long."
"Work at nights, eh? Mullett, the human moth. Goes through his master's clothes like a jealous wife."
Mullett laughed indulgently.
"The same little Fanny! How you do love to tease. Yes, precious, I'm through with the game for good. I wouldn't steal a bone collar-stud now, not if my mother came and begged me on her bended knee. All I want is my little wife and my little home in the country."
Fanny frowned pensively.