Before he realized what she was about she was in his lap, her arms round his neck, his face pillowed against her cheek and her hair.

"What is it, little boy ?" she murmured, with that mingling of the mistress and the mother which every woman who ever loved feels for and, at certain times, shows the man she loves.
He laughed.

"Business--business," said he.

"But let's not talk about it.

The important thing is that I have _you_.