That's the first time I've seen you kiss your wife!" There was none of the white betrayal in Josephine's cheeks now.

They were the colour of the rose in her hair.

She had time to look up into Philip's face, and whisper with a laughing break in her voice: "Thank you, Philip.

You have saved me again." With Philip's hand in hers she turned to her father and mother.
"Philip wants to scold me, Mon Pere," she said.

"And I cannot blame him.