Arnold gave her a last squeeze, and ran out.
She sank on the nearest chair, and closed her eyes in a flutter of delicious confusion.
The footsteps ascending to the summer-house came nearer.

Blanche opened her eyes, and saw Anne Silvester, standing alone, looking at her.

She sprang to her feet, and threw her arms impulsively round Anne's neck.
"You don't know what has happened," she whispered.

"Wish me joy, darling.

He has said the words.