I have sent home treasures from every great city I have visited."
She looked at him half wonderingly, half wistfully, but he said no more.
Could it be that he had no thought of ever asking her to be mistress and
queen of this house of his?
"You must have a party in the autumn," she said. "Lady Peters and I must
be among your guests."
"That will be an honor. I shall keep you to your word, Philippa." And
then he rose to go.
The dark, wistful eyes followed him. She drew a little nearer to him as
he held out his hand to say good-night.
"You are quite sure, Norman, that you are pleased to see me again?" she
interrogated, gently.
"Pleased! Why, Philippa, of course I am. What a strange question!"
"Because," she said, "there seems to be a cloud--a shadow--between us
that I do not remember to have existed before."
"We are both older," he explained, "and the familiarity of childhood
cannot exist when childhood ceases to be."
"I would rather be a child forever than that you should change to me,"
she said, quickly.
"I think," he returned, gravely, "that the only change in me is that I
admire you more than I have ever done"
And these words filled her with the keenest sense of rapture yet they
were but commonplace enough, if she had only realized it.
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