LADIES-IN-WAITING
“I’ve taken a fancy to it as a souvenir of a most delightful and memorable dinner.”
“Assuredly, assuredly!” murmured Gustave. He knew that there was romance in the air, although he did not perceive the exact point of Appleton’s request.
“The young lady will reward you for your courtesy. No; I’ll help with her jacket, thank you.”
Tommy, overcome with laughter and confusion and blushes, pressed the gold pieces into the hands of the astonished waiters, who bowed almost to the floor.
“You are always giving me sovereigns, dear Fergus,” she whispered with a laugh and something like a sob, as they drove along in the delicious nearness provided by the hansom.
“Never mind,” said Fergus. “You will be giving me one when you marry me!”
