A deep pink flush grew on her delicate face, and she dared not raise her eyes.
It would be too soon yet to tell her everything that was in his heart, he reasoned.

All could be lost by one false step.

So, with his masterly self-control, he resisted all temptation to fold her in his arms, and said gently: "I thought it would be nice to have, as you say, 'all the bits one loves' put together; and I have a very intelligent friend at my book-binder's, who, when I had selected them, had them all arranged and printed for me, and bound as I thought you might wish.

It will gratify me greatly, if it has pleased you." "Pleased me!" she said, and now she looked up; for the sudden conviction came to her, that to have this done took time and a great deal of money; and except once or twice before, casually, she had never met him until the evening, when, among a number of her father's political friends, he had dined at their London house.

When could he have given the order and what could this mean?
He read her thoughts.
"Yes," he said simply.