"Call me Angel."
"Angel! My angel of love! My angel of all good things!"
"Cecil!"
Their lips met in a kiss. As they did so, he told himself that if she was Cecil's idea of an angel, she wasn't his. But she was certainly a "oner." He wondered if she had been christened "Angel" Danvers. What a weapon with which to chastise a wife!
"Cecil, let us understand each other. You are not trifling with me again?"
"Need you ask?" This time he was fairly startled. "I am afraid that after all which has passed between us, I need----"
"You do mean to make me your wife?"
"Make you my wife? Good heavens! What do you suppose I mean?"
"Then you do not believe I cheated?"
"Cheated!"