I leave for Paris to-morrow." There was a crash of jangled notes as the album suddenly pitched forward on to the keys of the piano.
With an impetuous movement he leaned towards her and caught her hand in his.
"Nan!" he said hoarsely, "Nan! Do you care ?" But the next moment he had released her.
"I'm a fool!" he said.

"What's the use of drawing a boundary line and then overstepping it ?" "And where"-- Nan's voice was very low--"where do you draw the line ?" He stood motionless a moment.

Then he gestured a line with his hand--a line between, himself and her.
"There," he said briefly.
She caught her breath.

But before she could make any answer he was speaking again.
"You've been very good to me, Nan--pushed the gate of Paradise at least ajar.

And if it closes now, I've no earthly right to grumble.