“Old stupid.” Over his cheerfulness, though he tried to dispel it, hung a mist of melancholy. He was reminded of all the Christmases which his father and mother had helped to make glad. If this was the first he had spent with Desire, it was the first he had been absent from them. They would be lonely. His gain in happiness was in proportion to their loss. He felt guilty; it came home to him at every turn that his treatment of them had not been handsome. Suddenly she bubbled into laughter. “You do look tragic Cheer up.” Perching her chin on her clasped hands, she leant towards him, “What’s the matter?” “Nothing.” “But there is. Is it anything that I’ve said or done? I’m quite willing to apologize. Tell me.” Her voice sank from high spirits till it nearly trembled into tears. “You promised always to be honest” Her hand stole out and caressed his fingers. “Our first Christmas together! Mee-ster Deek, you’re not going to make it sad after--after all our good times together?” “I’m not making it sad.” He spoke harshly. His tone startled her. She stared at him, puzzled. For the first time he had failed to be long-suffering. “Perhaps we’d better be going.” Assuming an air of dignity, she slipped into her jacket and commenced to gather up her furs. Usually they enacted a comedy in which he hurried to her assistance and she made haste to forestall him. Instead, he beckoned for the bill. “Perhaps we had,” he said shortly. When the waiter had gone for the change, he began to relent. Fumbling in his breast-pocket, he pulled out the case and placed it on the table. “I got this for you, not because it cost money, but because I thought you’d like it.” She did not touch it. “Three days till Christmas. It isn’t time for presents yet.” “Will you promise to accept it?” “Why shouldn’t I? It’s a little brooch or somethings isn’t it? Let’s wait till Christmas Eve, anyway--till the day after to-morrow.” “I want you to see it now.” The waiter came back with the change. He picked it up without counting it, keeping his eyes on hers. She was fingering the case with increasing curiosity. “But why now?” “Because-----” He couldn’t explain to her. Her face cleared and broke into graciousness. “You are funny. Well, if it means so much to you----” She examined the case first. “Tiffany’s! So that’s what you were doing when you left me--busting yourself? Shall I take just one peek at it?--Give me a smile then to show that we’re still friends---- All right--to please you.” He twisted on his chair and gazed into the room. The moment while he waited was an agony. He was a prisoner waiting for the jury to give its verdict. All his future hung upon her words. She gasped. “What a darling! Diamonds! Are they diamonds? They must be since they’re Tiffany’s. But it must have cost---” He swung round. Her glance fell. “I can’t take it.” “You can. You’re going to. Here, let’s try it on--There!”