"I have. That's why I love it. I shall have it framed and keep it in memory of this private view." "Sentiment, with a vengeance." "What if it is, Girl Blue?" For answer, she began to pull on her gloves. I watched her in silence. When they were both on, she rose, and so did I. "I'll go as I came," she said. "Don't come with me to the gate." I bowed. She put out her hand. I bent over it. "Good-bye," I said. "Good-bye, and--and thanks for--" "For what, Girl Blue?" "For not asking any questions." I smiled and turned away. Then I kneeled down suddenly and kissed the face that looked up out of the picture, the face that would have meant nothing two hours before, the face that looked out into the clear breeze and over the open country, the face that-- "As this is quite a private view," said the original, speaking very slowly, "and as to-morrow you won't be able to--" I didn't hear the rest of the sentence. Before I had finished my second cigarette, Berry, Daphne, and Jill came round the bank of rhododendrons. "Why, Boy," said Jill, "have you been here all the time?" A cry from Daphne interrupted her. The next moment they were all down on their knees poring over my late companion's handiwork. A moment later, as with one consent, they all looked up and stared at me. I looked away and smoked with careless deliberation. "How on earth have you done it?" gasped Daphne. "Done what?" said I. "Oh, that? Oh, it wasn't very hard!" "You must be better at them than you were on Saturday," said Jill. "Have you been practising at the Blahs?" I felt Berry was looking at me, and waited. "Then it was a glove you were sitting on," he said slowly. Berry's a nut--every time. It was the first week in October, and we were back in town. They were all out but me. Sunday afternoon it was, and I was alone in the library finishing a little work. I do work sometimes. Suddenly the telephone went. I picked up the receiver. "Is that the garage?" said Girl Blue. "No, dear. It's me. How are you?" "Why, it's you!" "I know. I said so just now. You're looking splendid. Oh, I am glad! I've waited such a long time!" "You must thank the Exchange, not me." "Don't rub it in!" "Well, good-bye." "I don't think you're very kind, Girl Blue." "No?" "No, I don't! I've got the gloves, by the way." "Thank you." "I'll send them to you, care of Charing Cross Post Office, if you like, unless you'd rather I buried them six paces due east of the fourteenth lamp-post on the west side of Edgware Road." "I think," she said slowly, "I think I may as well take them with me." "Certainly, madam. Sign, please! But when, dear?" "Well, I shall be at the Albert Hall next Friday." "Girl Blue!" "I don't suppose you're going, but perhaps you could send them by someone who--" "Under what symbol shall I meet her?" "Wait a moment! You shall have the seventh waltz--" "Only seven? Where is he? What is his name?"