Let the law unravel the knots while he and she wandered in France and Italy, she triumphantly young, and he a youth again, his dream come true....

Would she have come with him to-night if she hadn't grown weary of playing flapper?
She knew what she meant to him.

He had told her often enough.
Too often, perhaps.

He had taken the surprise of it away, discounted the romance..
He got up and gave her some salad and stood by her for a moment.

He was like a moth hovering about a lamp.
She smiled up at him again--homesick for the old bedroom and the old trees, eager to sit in her grand father's room and read the paper to him.