“My darling, each day I thank God for you. I feel I’m not worthy of the blessing I’ve received, and I’m grateful to my Maker, very grateful, because He has given me you to be my wife.”
Grace’s lips twitched, and she clenched her hands to prevent herself from bursting into tears. He looked at her with a fond smile,
“Grace, I bought a little present for your birthday next week. May I give it you now instead of waiting?”
“Yes, do,” she smiled, “I knew you had something, and I’m so impatient.”
Quite jauntily he went off, and in a minute, somewhat out of breath from his haste, returned with a diamond ornament. Mrs. Castillyon knew something of jewellery, and her eyes glistened at the magnificence of this.
“Paul, how could you!” she cried. “How perfectly gorgeous! But I didn’t want anything half so valuable. I have so much that you’ve given me. I only wanted a tiny present to show that you still cared for me.”
He beamed with satisfaction and rubbed his hands gleefully.
“As if anything was too good for my loving, faithful wife!”
“We mustn’t show it to your mother, Paul. She’d scold awfully,” answered Grace archly.
He burst into a shout of laughter.