“Valentine,” he said impulsively, “I wish⁠—I do wish that you would⁠—just for this once⁠—give me the whole day⁠—just for this once.”

“Oh dear,” she smiled, “not only material, but selfish!”

“Not selfish, hungry,” he said, looking at her.

“A cannibal too; oh dear!”

“Will you, Valentine?”

“But my chocolate⁠—”

“Take it with me.”

“But déjeuner ⁠—”

“Together, at St. Cloud.”