“But I don’t ask any,” she smiled.

“I give it to you just the same.  I shall never, forgive myself either for letting you go.  But I’ll make it all up to you now.  Ask for anything you please and you shall have it—­to-morrow we’ll go to Tiffany’s and—­”

Quickly she put her hand over his mouth.

“Don’t dear, don’t!” she cried.  “I don’t want you to buy things for me—­I just want you to love me, dear!  To love me!  Love me!  Love me!”

He smiled as he clasped her closer.”

“No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t help loving you.”

“That’s all I want,” she murmured.

Her face was turned upwards and he bent down and kissed her.  They were still in each others’ embrace when the door opened slowly and Jimmie cautiously put his head in.  He grinned when he saw the good results that had come of his work.

“May I come in?” he asked comically.

“Yes and go out again—­that way,” laughed Stafford good-humoredly.  Pointing to the front door he added:  “Tell Oku to bring the things out of the machine.”

“You’re on,” grinned the clerk.

“And keep your mouth shut,” said Stafford in a low tone.

“Tight as a clam!” grinned Jimmie.

As the millionaire turned to Virginia the young man again interrupted them.

“There’s just one thing more,” he said.

“What?”

“When do I go back to work?”

“Tomorrow,” laughed Stafford.

“What salary?”

“What salary were you getting?”

“Well—­one hundred and fifty a week.”

“You were,” laughed his employer, “for about fifteen minutes!  Well—­one hundred and fifty goes.”

Jimmie nodded with satisfaction and went towards the door.  Before he reached it he again turned round: 

“And do we get the auto?”

“You do,” laughed Stafford.

“Fine!” grinned Jimmie.

He disappeared and Stafford turned to Virginia.

“He’s still the same old Jimmie!”

“And you’re still the same generous Robert!”

He smiled indulgently at her as he said: 

“I shall never miss what Jimmie gets.”

“And it means so much to them,” murmured Virginia.

“I’m glad it does.  I’m glad I can make them happy for your—­”

Before he could complete the sentence, Jimmie reappeared.

“Oku’s coming,” he grinned.

“You didn’t get wet?” laughed Virginia.

“Not while I have my voice.  I stood at the door and shouted to him.  Here he is now.”

The door was pushed open and the Japanese butler entered carrying a fur coat which he gave to his master.  The millionaire turned to him.

“Oku, Mrs. Stafford has finished her visit to her sister and is coming home.”

“How are you, Oku?” smiled Virginia.

The butler made a low salaam.

“I am big obliged.  Anything else, sir?”