" He was especially boyish and happy and natural that
morning. It was strange how his face altered when he was happy. His
brow was clear, his eyes were bright, and he had a kind of crooked
confident smile that must have won anybody's heart. His whole
carriage was that of a boy who was entering life for the first time
with undaunted expectation that it could give him nothing but the
best and jolliest things. Maggie as she looked at him this morning
caught her breath with the astonishing force of her love for him.
"Oh, how I'll look after him," was her thought. "He shall never be
unhappy again."
They crossed the street together, and stood for a moment close
together on the kerb in the middle way as though they were quite
alone in the world. She caught his arm and they ran before a
charging motor-'bus, laughing. People turned back and looked at
them, so happy they seemed. They walked up Bond Street and Martin
drew her into a jeweller's. She had never possessed any ornament
except her coral necklace in all her life and she knew now for the
first time how terribly she liked beautiful things. It was useless
of her to pretend that she did not know that he was going to give
her something.
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