With a swift upward reach of her arms she caught him and drew his head to her breast.
"I know, Jack dear," she said, with lips that quivered piteously.

For a moment or two he knelt before her while she held him in a close embrace.
Then he gently kissed her cheek and rose to his feet.
"Give him some tea, Adrien," she said, making a gallant struggle to steady her voice, "a cup of tea--and no cake.

I remember, you see," she added with a tremulous smile.
Adrien came back quickly from the window.
"Yes! a fresh cup!" she cried eagerly, "and a sandwich.

You, Pat, get the sandwiches.

No cake.