“And what have you been thinking about them , my busy bee?” said Allan.

“I have been thinking that I thought it was impossible that you could have loved me any better, even if I had retained them.”

“ ‘Such as they were’?” said Allan, laughing.

“Such as they were, of course.”

“My dear Dame Durden,” said Allan, drawing my arm through his, “do you ever look in the glass?”

“You know I do; you see me do it.”

“And don’t you know that you are prettier than you ever were?”