I am very happy, my darling husband--I love you very much, and I thank you for your love." "Still better," he said, kissing the beautiful, blushing face.

"Now go, Madaline.

I understand the feminine liking for a cup of tea." "Shall I send one to you ?" she asked.
"No," he replied, laughingly.

"You may teach me to care about tea in time.

I do not yet." He was still holding the letter in his hand, and the faint perfume was like a message from Philippa, reminding him that the missive was still unread.
"I shall not be long," said Madaline.