"Only swell people go to the park." "Nonsense, Jim," she whispered, stroking the sleeve of his coat.
He hesitated for a moment.

"Very well," he said at last, "but don't be too long dressing." She danced out of the door.

One could hear her singing as she ran upstairs.

Her little feet pattered overhead.
He walked up and down the room two or three times.

Then he turned to the still figure in the chair.