'Oh yes, certainly,' she answered,
'I know the one I should like to take,' he said, still regarding her.
'This one.'
It was a little bit of forget-me-not, very nicely painted—from memory.
He showed it to her.
'May I take this one with me?' he said.
'Yes,' she answered, in a very low voice, and with her eyes cast down.
After that there was a brief silence, only broken by the sound of Miss Edith's pen, that young lady being at the other side of the table addressing envelopes.
Captain Frank went back to Wiltshire, greatly treasuring that bit of cardboard, and making it the basis of many audacious guesses at the future. Nan came home from Lewes for Christmas; and Madge was particularly affectionate towards her.
'What pretty flowers you have!' Nan said, just after she had arrived—the first time, indeed, she went into the dining-room.
'Yes,' Madge answered, 'Captain King sent me flowers once or twice, and some of them have kept very well. But I wish they wouldn't wire them.'
Nan turned away quickly towards the window, and said nothing.