Jill laughed contentedly. He had told her that three times already but she had not the least objection to hearing him say it again. She patted the grey folds of her dress with her grey-gloved hand, and tried to get a glimpse of herself in the shop windows as they passed. It was a very simple costume, and a very serviceable one in light tweed. She had managed to dispose of some work lately and had felt justified in being a little extravagant; though the extravagance had not gone further than buying the necessary materials; her own busy fingers had fashioned the costume with the aid of experience and a paper pattern, and the result was highly satisfactory and very creditable from the top of the smart little toque to the soles of her neat new walking-shoes. "Where shall we go?" enquired Jill serenely. "To Frascatti's," he answered, and to Frascatti's they went accordingly. St. John ordered a very recherche little lunch although he was fully aware that even in small matters it was necessary to practise the strictest economy, but, as he argued in answer to Jill's expostulations, it was out of all reason to expect a man to be economical on his wedding day. "I'm afraid it's out of all reason to expect you to be economical at all, my dear saint," remarked his wife sweetly, slowly withdrawing her gloves, and regarding her very new wedding ring with marked complacency. "I shall have to keep the purse, that's evident, and dole you out an allowance." "It'll put me in mind of my schoolboy days," laughed St. John, "when I received sixpence a week, and very often had that confiscated in payment of fines." "I can quite imagine it," retorted Jill with a grave little shake of the head. "It is strange considering what horrid little wretches boys generally are how really nice some of them grow up." St. John laughed again; the compliment was intended for him, and he appropriated it. He paused in the act of taking his soup to look across at his small wife. Never had he felt more supremely happy and contented than he did at that moment. He had a careless habit of living solely in the present, turning his back on the past, and deliberately refusing to look into the future--that future which with its work, its independence, and its possible poverty meant so much to them both, and would prove not only a test to the strength of his manhood but to the sincerity of their mutual love. To-day he was determined to put such thoughts on one side; it was his wedding morning and he meant to enjoy himself. He turned his attention from his wife's face to the study of the wine card, and ran his eye quickly down the list. "Do you like your wine dry?" he asked. "Um?" queried Jill. "Do you like dry wines?" "How funny!" she said. "I didn't know there was such a thing. I don't think I should; I'm so thirsty."