Now next--he'll try to touch me." Her eyes ever so dreamy, she reached her hand over the desk and began playing with, the blotter.
"Why, he's trembling a little," she thought.

"And he's looking at it....
But, oh, isn't he shy!" She tried to hum then and lightly beat time with her hand.

"No, it isn't the only thing in life," she repeated to herself, "but--just as I said before--sooner or later--it becomes awfully important--" She caught Archey's glance and smilingly led it back to her waiting fingers.
"How dark your hand is by the side of mine," she said.
He rose to his feet.
"Mary!" "Yes ...

Archey ?" "If I were a rich man--or you were a poor girl...." Mary, too, arose.
"Well," she laughed unsteadily, "we may be ...

some day...." Ten minutes later Sir Joseph of the Plumed Crest opened the door with a handful of mail.