“You did help me ... and––Micky....”
“Darling....”
“My fur coat ... can I––will you give it back to me?”
“I’ll give you everything in the world if you’ll say you love me....”
“I do––I....”
“Say it then,” he urged gently.
For a moment she did not answer; she was still a little afraid of him; she still felt something of pride and constraint between them; though she knew it was for her to sweep away the last barrier.
She looked up at him, the sensitive colour rushing to her face.
“I love you,” she said softly. “Oh, Micky, some one will see–––”