He gazed down at her quizzically.
“And—is Joe more reasonable?”
“He will be. He knows now that I—that I shall not marry him.”
“Poor chap! He'll buck up, of course. But it's a little hard just now.”
“I believe you think I should have married him.”
“I am only putting myself in his place and realizing—When do you leave?”
“Just after breakfast.”
“I am going very early. Perhaps—”
He hesitated. Then, hurriedly:—
“I got a little present for you—nothing much, but your mother was quite willing. In fact, we bought it together.”
He went back into his room, and returned with a small box.
“With all sorts of good luck,” he said, and placed it in her hands.
“How dear of you! And may I look now?”
“I wish you would. Because, if you would rather have something else—”
She opened the box with excited fingers. Ticking away on its satin bed was a small gold watch.
“You'll need it, you see,” he explained nervously, “It wasn't extravagant under the circumstances. Your mother's watch, which you had intended to take, had no second-hand. You'll need a second-hand to take pulses, you know.”
“A watch,” said Sidney, eyes on it. “A dear little watch, to pin on and not put in a pocket. Why, you're the best person!”
“I was afraid you might think it presumptuous,” he said. “I haven't any right, of course. I thought of flowers—but they fade and what have you? You said that, you know, about Joe's roses.
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