_I_ shall sit up for the sun.

It's due in about an hour, you know." "Nonsense," he said.

"We'll both, be dead in the morning." "You offer me your guest-room ?" she said in pretence of surprise.

"How _very_ nice of you, Mr.Neville.

I--ah--will condescend to occupy it--for this evening only--" Her eyes brightened into laughter: "Oh, isn't it delicious, Louis! Isn't it perfectly heavenly to _know_ that we are utterly and absolutely all right,--and to know that the world outside would be perfectly certain that we are not?
What a darling you are!" Still holding her hands behind her back she bent forward and touched her lips to his, daintily, fastidious in the light contact, "Where is that picture of 'Womanhood' ?" she asked.
He drew out the easel, adjusting the canvas to the light, and rolled a big chair up in front of it.
"Please sit there," she said; and seated herself on the padded arm, still keeping her hands behind her back.
"Are you concealing anything from me ?" he asked.
"Never mind.