nonpareil Miss Lambourne, vastly rich and--" he ended with a shrug and
a rueful grin.

"And--?" Miss Lambourne softly insisted.

"And damnably lovely. Lord, you know that."

"I thank God," said Miss Lambourne devoutly.

"Is it true, Mr. Boyce--do the meek inherit the earth?" She held out her
hands to him, one bare, one gloved, she swayed a little towards him, and
her face was gentle and wistful. "Nay, sir, I ask your pardon. Call
friends if you please and will please me."

Harry lost hold of himself at last. The blood surged in him, and he
caught at her and kissed her fiercely.

It was he who was embarrassed. As he stood away from her, eyeing her with
a queer defiant shame, she smiled through a small matter of a blush, and
breathing quickly said: "What does it feel like, sir?"

"The world's a miracle," Harry said unsteadily and would have caught
her again.

She turned, she was away light of foot, and in a moment through the wind
he heard her singing to a tune of her own the child's rhyme:

"Fly away, Jack,
Fly away, Jill,
Come again, Jack,