"Oh, you _must_ lie down," said Phyllis hurriedly, trying to move out of the circle of his arms. "You mustn't stand till we find how much is enough.... I'm going to send for the wolfhound next week. You won't mind him now, will you?" "Did you ever want to be here in my arms, Phyllis?" "Of course not!" said Phyllis, as a modest young person should. "But--but----" "Well, my wife?" "I've often wondered just where I'd reach to," said Phyllis in a rush.... "Allan, _please_ don't stand any longer!" "I'll lie down if you'll sit on the couch by me." "Very well," said Phyllis; and sat obediently in the curve of his arm when he had settled himself in the old position, the one that looked so much more natural for him. "Mine, every bit of you!" he said exultantly. "Heaven bless that tramp!... And to think we were talking about annulments!... Do you remember that first night, dear, after mother died? I was half-mad with grief and physical pain. And Wallis went after you. I didn't want him to. But he trusted you from the first--good old Wallis! And you came in with that swift, sweeping step of yours, as I've seen you come fifty times since--half-flying, it seemed to me then--with all your pretty hair loose, and an angelic sort of a white thing on. I expect I was a brute to you--I don't remember how I acted--but I know you sat on the bed by me and took both my wrists in those strong little hands of yours, and talked to me and quieted me till I fell fast asleep. You gave me the first consecutive sleep I'd had in four months. It felt as if life and calmness and strength were pouring from you to me. You stayed till I fell asleep." "I remember," said Phyllis softly. She laid her cheek by his, as it had been on that strange marriage evening that seemed so far away now. "I was afraid of you at first. But I felt that, too, as if I were giving you my strength. I was so glad I could! And then I fell asleep, too, over on your shoulder." "You never told me that," said Allan reproachfully. Phyllis laughed a little. "There never seemed to be any point in our conversations where it fitted in neatly," she said demurely. Allan laughed, too. "You should have made one. But what I was going to tell you was--I think I began to be in love with you then. I didn't know it, but I did. And it got worse and worse but I didn't know what ailed me till Johnny drifted in, bless his heart! Then I did. Oh, Phyllis, it was awful! To have you with me all the time, acting like an angel, waiting on me hand and foot, and not knowing whether you had any use for me or not!... And you never kissed me good-night last night."