"I can almost imagine that we're an old married couple, sitting in here like this--can't you ?" "No; I can't.

And you've got to be quiet and let me work, or I shall send you back to Helen." "She asked me to dance with her--of course, you know that--or I never would have done it--" "Oh, fie, for shame," said Mary absently, "blaming the woman.

You know you liked to do it." "Mary--!" "Hush!" He watched her for a time and, in truth, she was worth it.

He looked at the colour of her cheeks, her dreamy eyes like pools of mystery, the crease in her chin (which he always wanted to kiss), the rise and fall of the pendant on her breast.

He looked until he could look no longer and then he arose and leaned over the desk.
"Mary--!" he breathed, taking her hand.
"Now, please don't start that, Wally.