I won't be five minutes.

I'll--" There was a tap at the door and a footman, entering, announced that Mr.
Stafford was in the drawing-room.
"Show him into my sitting-room," she said.

"The drawing-room, indeed," she added to her husband--"it is so big, and I am so small.

I feel sometimes as though I wanted to live in a tiny, tiny house." Her words brought a strange light to his eyes.

Suddenly he caught her arm.
"Jasmine," he said, hurriedly, "let us have a good talk over things--over everything.