just going to remember that we have everything we want in the world. Sit down opposite to me, if you please, and fill my glass. I have only one emotion left. I am hungry—desperately hungry. Move your chair nearer so that I can reach your hand. There! Now you and I will drink our little toast."
It was an hour before they thought of leaving the table. A very perplexed waiter brought them coffee and watched them light cigarettes. Then the telephone bell rang. They both stared at the instrument. Philip would have taken off the receiver, but Elizabeth held out her hand.
"I have an idea," she said. "I believe it is from Sylvanus Power. Let me answer it."
She held the receiver to her ear and listened.
"Yes?" she murmured. "Yes? … At what time?"
Her face grew more puzzled. She listened for a moment longer.
"But, Sylvanus," she expostulated, "what do you mean? … Sylvanus?… Mr. Power?"
The telephone had become a dumb thing. She replaced the receiver.
"I don't understand," she told Philip. "All that he said was—'You will receive my present at five o'clock this morning!'"
"Does he think we are going to sit up for it?" Philip asked.
"He is the strangest man," she sighed. …
After all, some queer fancy awoke Philip at a little before five that morning and drew him to the window. He sat looking out over the still sleeping
