“To-morrow is our party,” she said with a laugh. “I was only going to
surprise you, but you looked so miserable, I had to tell you at once. I
was going to send you an invitation all on paper.”
And my heart was lightened unspeakably.
She went off, nodding farewell.
“One thing more,” said I, standing where I was. “How long is it since
you gathered up the pieces of that glass and put them away?”
“Why--a week ago, perhaps, or a fortnight. Yes, perhaps a fortnight.
But why do you ask? Well, I will tell you the truth--it was yesterday.”
Yesterday! No longer ago than yesterday she had thought of me. All was
well again now.