"He'll be delighted." Lucillemade no reply.
As they neared the end of the drive and came within sight of the house, the girl whispered:-- "My own pal, Dammy, for always.

And you thought I could be engaged to anyone but _you_.

There _is_ no one but you in the world, dear.

It would be quite empty if you left it.

Don't worry about ways and means and things, Dam, I shall enjoy waiting for _you_--twenty years." He thought of that, later.
On the morrow of that incredible day, Damocles de Warrenne sprang from his bed at sunrise and sought the dew-washed garden below the big south terrace.
The world contained no happier man.