On the Monday following the day of the rupture he went down to the work-room.

She looked up at him and smiled.

They had grown very intimate unawares.

She saw a new brightness about him.
"Well, Queen of Sheba!" he said, laughing.
"But why ?" she asked.
"I think it suits you.

You've got a new frock on." She flushed, asking: "And what of it ?" "Suits you--awfully! I could design you a dress." "How would it be ?" He stood in front of her, his eyes glittering as he expounded.