She looked down, then up again wistfully.
“For my sake?”
“For your sake,” lied Furniss, his eyes like a babe’s.
She took both hands from the keyboard and faced him, while Furniss leaned over. She did not move back, and a slow, gentle smile reflected his own while Furniss deliberately kissed her.
In the card-room Menelaus was recalling the bid.
“One lily,” he said with elation.
PADEREWSKI AT HOME
BY ABBIE H. C. FINCK