"I don't think that men notice these things," he said simply. "To
me you look just as you should look - and I wouldn't change places
with any other man in the room for a great deal."

Her eyes were soft - perilously soft - as she looked at him with
uplifted eyebrows and a faint smile struggling at the corners of her
lips. A wave of tenderness crept into his heart. What a brave
little child she was!

"You will quite spoil me if you make such nice speeches," she
murmured.

"Anyhow," he went on, speaking with decision, "so long as you feel
like that, you are going to have a new gown - or two - and a new
hat, and you are going to have them at once. They are going to be
bought with your brother's money, mind. Shall I come shopping with
you?"

She shook her head.

"Mind, it is partly for your sake that I give in," she said. "It
would be lovely to have you come, but you would spend far too much
money. You really mean it all?"

"Absolutely," he answered. "I insist upon it."

She leaned towards him with dancing eyes. After all, she was very
much of a child. The prospect of a new gown, now that she permitted
herself to think of it, was enthralling.