She wrenched herself away from him, and stood as it were at bay. "You'll get over it."
"Shall I? How little you know me, Eve. I haven't even given you up. If I were a story-book sort of hero I'd bestow my blessing on you and Brooks and go and drive an ambulance in France, and break my heart at long distance. But I shan't. I shall stay right here on the job, and see that Brooks doesn't get you."
"Pip, I didn't think you were so—small."
The telephone rang. Eve answered it. "It was Winifred to wish me happiness," she said, as she came in from the hall.
She was blushing faintly. He gave her a keen glance. "What else did she say?"
"Nothing."
"You're fibbing. Tell me the truth, Eve."
She yielded to his masterfulness.
"Well, she said—'I wanted it to be Pip.'"
"Good old Win, I'll send her a bunch of roses." He wandered restlessly about the room, then came back to her. "Why, Eve, I planned the house—our house. It was to have the sea in front of it and a forest behind it, and your room was to have a wide window and a balcony, and under the balcony there was to be a rose garden."