There he stood till her return, his pulses throbbing.
'This is my old school atlas,' she said gaily; 'I always use it still.' She opened it upon the table and bent forward.
'North Wales, you said?
Show me----' He pointed with a finger that quivered.

His cheek was not far from hers; the faint perfume floated all about him; he could Imagine it the natural fragrance of her hair, of her breath.
'I see,' she murmured.

'That's the kind of place far off, but not too far.

And the railway station ?' As he did not answer, she half turned towards him.
'The station ?--Yes .-- Alma!----.