Ronnie was kissing her hair again.
"Were you glad when you had my letter, Ronnie ?" she asked, very low.
"Which letter, sweet?
I was always glad of every letter." "Why, the last--the one to Leipzig." "Ah, of course! Yes, I was very glad.

I read it in your cousin's flat.

I had just been showing him--oh, Helen! That reminds me--darling, I have something to show you! Such a jolly treasure--such a surprise! I left it in the hall.

Would you like me to fetch it ?" He loosed his arms and she withdrew from them, looking up into his glowing face.
"Yes, Ronnie," she said.

"Why, certainly.