The wearing of it would have added so much to her pleasure.
However, the thought of it, and of the new dress that was to be sent up in the morning, ran through her mind all that afternoon, like a happy undercurrent.

She said so once, when Phil asked her what she was smiling about all to herself.
"It's just as if they were singing a sort of alto to what we are doing now, and making a duet of my pleasure; a _double_ good time.

Oh, I _wish_ Jack could be here to see how happy he has made me!" The grateful thought of him found expression a dozen times during the course of the drive.

When they stopped for dinner at the quaint wayside inn she wished audibly that he were there.

Somehow, into the keen enjoyment of the day crept a wistful longing to see him again, and the ache that caught her throat now and then was almost a homesick pang.
Going back, as they sped along in the darkness towards the twinkling lights of the vast city, she decided that she would write to him that very night, before she went to sleep, and make it clear to him how much she appreciated all he had done for her.