A page entered, swinging a key in his hand.
"Key of 440 for the lady, sir," he announced.
"Quite right, my boy.Listen.Did you meet any one in the corridor ?" "No one, sir." "You haven't been in here before without knocking, have you ?" "No, sir," was the prompt reply.

"I came straight up in the lift." Wingate turned to Josephine with a little shrug of the shoulders.
"The mystery, then, is insoluble," he declared cheerfully, "but remember this, sweetheart," he added, as the boy stepped discreetly outside, "in small things as well as large, the troubles of this world for you are ended." "You don't know how wonderful it sounds to hear words like that," she sighed, as they stood hand in hand.

"I shan't seem very selfish, John, shall I, if I ask for a little time to realise all this?
I feel that everything I have and am ought to be yours at this moment, because you have made me so happy, because my heart is so full of gratitude.

But, alas, I have my weaknesses! I am a very proud woman.

Sometimes I am afraid I have been a little censorious--as regards others!" He stooped and kissed her fingers.
"If you knew what it felt like," he whispered, as he held open the door for her, "to have something to wait for! And whether you realise it or not, you are with me--from now on--always--my inspiration--my daily happiness.".