"Is it you--you?" she breathed.
Instinctively she lifted her hands to greet him, and at once she
found herself caught up and held, pressed passionately to his
strongly-beating heart.
***
An hour later, by the fire in the sitting-room, Ella suddenly
remembered tea.
"Good gracious! You must be starving," she cried, smitten with
remorse. "And there's poor mother waiting upstairs all this time.
Oh, Rupert, are you very hungry?"
"Starving," he asserted, but held her to him as closely as ever.
"I must get the tea," she protested. She put one cheek against his
and sighed contentedly.
"It's nice to see the real you," she murmured. "But oh, Rupert,
I do miss your dear bristly beard."
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