The Great Exception The absurdly simple explanation, made almost in dumb show, by action rather than in dialogue, was soon given.

He was surprised, simply enchanted, at the entire frankness of her recognition; she acknowledged openly that it mattered to her tremendously whether or not he was on intimate terms or flirting with little Miss Argles, or with little Miss anybody.

He was not even to look at any woman except herself, that was arranged between them now and understood.

They were side by side, with hands clasped as a matter of course, things taken for granted that he formerly never dreamt of.

The signs of emotion in her face he attributed of course to the morning's contretemps, knowing nothing of the other trouble.
'It's heavenly being here again.