I'll have one too." He lighted a match for her, and as she bent forward he saw the tiny flame glow in the pearl ring she wore.

"It is to-morrow that you're going, isn't it ?" said Anne.
"Yes, to-morrow as ever was," said Reggie, and he blew a little fan of smoke.

Why on earth was he so nervous?
Nervous wasn't the word for it.
"It's--it's frightfully hard to believe," he added.
"Yes--isn't it ?" said Anne softly, and she leaned forward and rolled the point of her cigarette round the green ash-tray.

How beautiful she looked like that!--simply beautiful--and she was so small in that immense chair.

Reginald's heart swelled with tenderness, but it was her voice, her soft voice, that made him tremble.