Rosewarne lifted his head sharply and turned to her. Athwart the pallor of his face gleamed for an instant a soft flush of pleasure, and his dull eyes lit up with affection.
"I was doing some work, Dorothy," said he, "and I was tired."
Mrs. Rosewarne took a step nearer. Her fine grey eyes regarded him with wonder and with inquiry, and in her voice a little impatience mingled with a certain kindliness. "It's very absurd your working like this," she said, "and in this cold room without a fire? Aren't you coming to break fast?"
Rosewarne got up from his chair. "Why, yes," he laughed. "Of course. I didn't realise it was ready. Oh, Dolly dear," he paused and put his hand to his head with a look of perplexity; then his face lightened. "Dolly, I've got something for you." "For me!" she asked, and the curve of her lips drooped in a pretty smile of curiosity.
He fumbled in a drawer and withdrew a packet.
"Yes, darling. You know what day it is. It's your birthday, and you're twenty——"
"Oh, for goodness sake, Freddy, don't," she interrupted with a touch of impatience; and then opening the packet examined the contents with care. The light dawned in her eyes. "How very pretty! I was in need of a bracelet. Freddy, you are a good boy. But come, you mustnt catch cold. Come into the dining-room, and get warm, you simpleton."
She patted him softly on the head, and fell again to the scrutiny of her present. Rosewarne did not move, but watched her, smiling. "Aren't you coming?" she asked, looking up at last.
His eyes met hers and pleaded with them dumbly, but she made no sign, returning once more to her jewels.
