InaquarterofanhourshewassurveyingherselfinhermirrorjustasPhyllishadbeendoinganhoursooner；onlyonherfacewasaverydifferentexpressionfromthatwhichPhyllishadworn。Hereyeswerebrilliantastheyneverhadbeenbefore，exceptonce；herfacewasnotpale，butfullofsoftcolor，asifshewerestandingbeneaththeshadowofamightyrose-leafwiththesunlightabove。Herneckandarmswereofthesamedelicatetinge。Hersmileshegaveasshesurveyedherselfwasasmileoftriumph，verydifferentfromtheexpressiononpoorPhyllis\'featuresassheflungherhatacrosstheroom。
“Mine，mine，mine！“shewhispered，noddingwithasmileatthelovelythingsofullofwarmlifethatfacedherwithasmile。“Heismine——
hehascomebacktome，Iwillkeephim。Ishallbeabletokeephim，Ithink。”
Shehadscarcelyenteredthedrawingroombeforehewasbesideher，andhehadscarcelyenteredbeforeaservantannouncedthatdinnerwasserved。Theywereseatedatthedinnertablebeforetheyhadexchangedhalfadozenwords——beforeshehadtimetoaskhimwhyhehadreturned。
Andatthetable，withaservantateachend，whatcouldtheysay?