‘How noble it looks! — shall I pour out the tea? — ’

She was usually nervous and uncertain at performing these public duties, such as giving tea. But today she forgot, she was at her ease, entirely forgetting to have misgivings. The tea-pot poured beautifully from a proud slender spout. Her eyes were warm with smiles as she gave him his tea. She had learned at last to be still and perfect.

‘Everything is ours,’ she said to him.

‘Everything,’ he answered.

She gave a queer little crowing sound of triumph.

‘I’m so glad!’ she cried, with unspeakable relief.

‘So am I,’ he said. ‘But I’m