I noticed a little puzzled look in his eyes.
"Delightful," said he.

"But, Betty, what put that thing suddenly into your head ?" "We had been talking nonsense," she replied, picking out a chord or two, without looking al him.

"And I thought we ought to give all past vanities and frivolities and lunacies a decent burial." He put both hands very tenderly on her shoulders.
"Requiescat," said he.
She spread out her fingers and struck the two resonant chords of an "Amen," and then glanced up at him, laughing.
After a while, Marigold announced her car, or, rather, her aunt's car.
They took their leave.

I gave them my benediction.

Presently, Betty, fur-coated, came running in alone.