No more gloominess, please." She pressed his hand tightly.
"Dear Arnold!" she whispered softly.
"Turn around and watch the river with me, little one," he begged.
"See the lights on the barges, how slowly they move.

What is there behind that one, I wonder ?" Her eyes followed his finger without enthusiasm.
"I can't look out of the room to-night, Arnold," she said.

"The fancies won't come.

Promise me one thing." "I promise," he agreed.
"Tell me everything--don't keep anything back." "On my honor," he declared, smiling.

"I will bring the menu of the dinner, if there is one, and a photograph of Mrs.Cheesemonger if I can steal it.