"Which windy exposition, reduced to bald commonplace, amounts to the certainty that, having discovered my need of you and your need of me, we were bound to come together whatever forces opposed... You believe that, Pamela?" "I--don't--know," Pamela answered slowly. She turned her face and searched his by the faint light of the stars. "I'm glad there weren't any opposing forces," she said. "Little coward!" he responded in lighter tones... "I would face any amount of opposition for you." "Now--yes," Pamela answered. "So could I for you. But--before we were married... I don't know..." CHAPTER TWO. It was the fifth anniversary of the Arnott's wedding, and Arnott had presented his wife with the customary present of jewellery: on this occasion it took the form of a rope of pearls. Pamela wore the pearls at the anniversary dinner, which function also had become a custom. It was the one entertainment during the year to which Pamela limited her invitations to the guests she especially liked; and with her careful selection was also particular in limiting the numbers. On this day, if on no other, she informed her husband, she insisted upon enjoying herself. Arnott was quite satisfied to leave the arrangements to her; and it often transpired that he did not know who his guests were to be until they arrived. But on the day in question he did an entirely unforeseen thing, and astonished Pamela with the announcement--made while drinking tea on the stoep, and eating wedding-cake, which Pamela considered indispensable to the day--that he had met a man in town he knew and had asked him to dine. "But," gasped Pamela, "did you _forget_ what day it is?" "I haven't had a chance of forgetting," he replied, smiling. "Dare won't clash with the harmony. I think you'll like him." "Oh, like him!" she said. "That isn't the point. He'll be an odd man. I can't possibly ask any one to fill up at the eleventh hour. And--good gracious, Herbert!--he'll bring our numbers up to thirteen. What a deplorable thing for you to have done!" He looked amused. "Why shouldn't thirteen people be as jolly as twelve?" he asked. "You aren't going to make me believe that you are silly enough to feel superstitious about it; because, if you are, I'll sit out." "That would spoil everything for me," she said. "I don't know that I'm exactly superstitious; but other people are; and some one may not like it. It's--unfortunate." "I'll motor to the Mount Nelson and put him off, if you like," he suggested. But Pamela negatived this. "He'd think it so queer," she objected. "Not he. But he would probably conclude I was henpecked." "Let him come," said Pamela resignedly. "Perhaps no one will notice at a round table that we make such an awkward total. But the next time you do a thing like that, do make it a pair."