“Let us go, then, to dinner,” said Launa. “Mr. Herbert, you are so lucky.”
“That is good of you,” he answered.
“Merely decent of her,” said Mrs. Phillips. “She knows my worth.”
“How are the spirits?” asked Wainbridge, as Launa and he followed the other two into the dining-room.
“Good. Look at my eyes. Are they red?”
“They are beautiful.”
He took her hand for one moment; it was an involuntary caress.
And they drank to the perfect happiness of Mrs. Phillips and Mr. Herbert.