So"-- sighing and turning her face up to him.
(Sentimental idiots!) "Mary"-- after a moment of clinging lips--"you think you can really be happy with me ?" "I know I shall be, dear!" "Even if things don't go right between mother and me, and even if for a long time I shall be awfully, awfully poor ?" "It's just you I care for, Jack,--just you!" Jack stared at her; then suddenly: "Do you know what I feel like ?" "No." "Like kissing you again." "Now don't be--" "Mary!" His voice was tremulous.

Slowly their lips came together; they embraced; then drew apart, and holding hands, stood gazing at each other.
"You're a dear, dear fool!" said Mary softly.
"And you're a dear, dear another!" softly said Jack.
(Outrageous fools, both! agreed Mrs.De Peyster.) They were still gazing at each other when in the wide doorway at their back appeared Matilda, carrying the tray of tea-things that had been in Mrs.De Peyster's sitting-room.

For the last few moments Mrs.De Peyster's danger had been forgotten in her indignation.

But at sight of Matilda, regained its own.
Matilda stopped short.

The tea-things almost rattled from the tray.
Jack wheeled about.
"Hello, Matilda.