"If I 'funked him' still, I shouldn't have come at all," she said. "I think I'm just getting to know something about you, Andy. You're like some big thing in a dim light; one only sees you very gradually. I used to think of you as fetching and carrying, you know." Andy chuckled contentedly. "You thought about right," he said. "That's what I'm always doing, just what I'm fit for. I shall go on doing it all my life, fetching and carrying for you." "Not only for me, I think. For everybody; perhaps even for the nation--for the world, Andy!" He caught the little hand that was playing over his broad brow. "For you first. As for the rest of it--!" He broke into a laugh. "I say, Vivien, the first time I saw you I was following the hounds on foot! That's all I can do. The hunt gets out of sight, but sometimes you can tell where it's going. That's about my form. Now if I was a clever chap like Harry!" With a laugh that was half a sob she kissed his upturned face. "Keep me safe, keep me safe, Andy!" she whispered. Andy slowly rose to his feet, and, turning, faced her. He took her hands in his. "By Jove, you kissed me! You kissed me, Vivien!" She laughed merrily. "Well, of course I did! Isn't it--usual?" Andy smiled. "If things like that are going to be usual--well, life's looking a bit different!" he said. Suddenly there were wild sounds in the outer office--a door slammed, a furious sweet voice, a swish of skirts. The door of the inner office flew open. "What about lunch?" demanded the Nun accusingly. "I'd forgotten it!" Vivien exclaimed. "So had I, but I'm awfully hungry, now I come to think of it," said Andy. "The usual place?" "No," said the Nun. "Somewhere else. Harry's there--lunching alone! The first time I ever saw him do that!" She looked at the pair of them. Her remark seemed not to make the least impression. It did not matter where or how Harry Belfield lunched. She looked again from Vivien to Andy, from Andy to Vivien. "Oh!" she said. "Yes, Doris," said Vivien meekly. The Nun addressed Andy severely. "Mrs. Belfield will consider that you're marrying above your station, Andy." Andy scratched his big head. "Yes, Doris, and she'll be quite right," he said apologetically. "Of course she will! But a fellow can only--well, take things as they come." He broke into his hearty laugh. "What'll old Jack say?" The Nun knew what old Jack would say--very privately. "I wish it had been you, miss!" But she had no envy in her heart. "For people who do fall in love, it must be rather pleasant," she observed. "The worst of it is, I've got so little time," said Andy. The two girls laughed. "I only want you to have time to be in love with one girl," Vivien explained reassuringly. "And, perhaps, just friends with another," the Nun added. Andy joined in the laughter. "I shall fit those two things in all right!" he declared.