"Yes--suffered over it--objected. Then I could keep proving to you
that I never in my life loved anyone, man, woman, or child, until
now!"

"But I believe that, my darling!"

She smiled at his wide, innocent look, a mother's amused yet
hopeless smile, and as they rose from their late luncheon he put
his arm about her and tipped her beautiful face up toward his own.

"Don't you realize, my darling, that just as you are, you are
perfect to me--not nearly perfect, or ninety-nine per cent.
perfect, but pressed down and running over, a thousand per cent.,
a million per cent.?" he asked.

Her dark beauty glowed; she was more lovely than ever in her
exquisite content.

"Oh, Warren, if you'd only say that to me over and over!" she
begged.

"Dear Heaven, hear the woman! What else DO I do?"

"Oh, I don't mean now. I mean always, all through our lives. It's
ALL I want to hear!"

"Do you realize that you are an absolute--little--tyrant?" he
asked, laughing. Radiantly she laughed back.