He can well afford his smile, his head being wonderfully handsome, not too small, but slender and beautifully formed.
"Give me yours," says Tita, thrusting her hand into her husband's pocket and pulling out his handkerchief.
The little familiar action sends a sharp pang through Mrs.Bethune's heart.
"Now, Tom, come and be decorated," cries Tita.

Hescott advances to her, and stops as if waiting.

"Ah!" cries she, "do you imagine I could ever get up there!" She raises both her arms to their fullest height, which hardly brings her pretty hands even to a level with his forehead.

She stands so for a moment, laughing at him through the gracefully uplifted arms.

It is a coquettish gesture, though certainly innocent, and nobody, perhaps, would have thought anything of it but for the quick, bright light that springs into Hescott's eyes.