She wished to have something unusual, something that fitted an occasion so remarkable, yet, as Crewe would of course pay, she did not like to propose anything expensive.
'Now let me choose for you,' her companion requested.

'After all that rough work, you want something more than a drop of lemonade.

I'm going to order a nice little bottle of champagne out of the ice, and a pretty little sandwich made of whatever you like.' 'Champagne-- ?' It had been in her thoughts, a sparkling audacity.

Good; champagne let it be.

And she leaned back in defiant satisfaction.
'I didn't expect much from Jubilee Day,' observed the man of business, 'but that only shows how things turn out--always better or worse than you think for.