Then she came in.
He heard her gay laughter outside, a backward word flung to one of the tennis players, as she stepped in through the window, her cheeks still flushed, and her eyes aglow.
"We really ought to watch this set," she declared.

"That is, if you are not too much absorbed in my handiwork.

What have you got there ?" He held it out to her with a valiant attempt at unconcern.
"Do you mind telling me who this is ?" he asked.
She glanced at it carelessly enough, but at once her whole expression changed.

The smile left her lips, her eyes filled with trouble.
"Where did you find it ?" she asked, in a low tone.
"In the album," he answered.

"It was loose between the pages." She took it gently from his fingers, and crossing the room locked it in her desk.
"I had no idea that it was here," she said.