said, with a faint smile, as Theodora let her fur-edged skirt draw over the snowy pavement, and we heard her clear cultivated tones, with the fashionable drag in them, ordering the coachman not to let the horses get cold.
"But she's a splendid sort of creature, don't you think?" asked Digby. "Happy the man whoeh?"
I nodded. "Yes," I assented. "But how much that man should have to offer, old chap, that's the point; that six thousand of hers seems an invulnerable protection."
"I suppose so," said Digby with a nervous yawn. "And to think I have more than double that and yet It's a pity. Funny it will be if my looks and your poverty prevent either of us having her."
"My own case is settled," I said decisively. "My position and hers decide it for me."
"I'd change places with you this minute if I could," muttered Digby moodily, as steps came down to our door, and we went forward to meet the women as they entered.
It seemed to arrange itself naturally that Digby should be occupied in the first few seconds with Mrs. Long, and that I should be free to receive Theodora.
Of all the lesser emotions, there is hardly any one greater than that subtle sense of pleasure felt when a woman we love crosses for the first time our own threshold. We may have met her a hundred times in her house, or on public ground, but the sensation her presence then creates is altogether different from that instinctive, involuntary, momentary and delightful sense of ownership that rises when she enters any room essentially our own.
It is the very illusion of possession.
With this hatefully egoistic satisfaction infused through me, I
