The Heart of the Empire

by Philip McCutchan

  Her eyes were shining. “I shall keep it very safe, James, for it means more to me than ever now. When the time comes that we have to sell it … then it’ll be like — ”

  “Don’t think about that,” he said, and held out an arm. “I have a brougham waiting. You know Cape Town better than I. I’ll leave it to you to choose where we shall have luncheon, Katharine. But first … ”

  “Yes, James?”

  He laughed. “Don’t tell me I’m too forward,” he said, “but I’m claiming my reward,” and he bent towards her. There was a faint blush on her cheeks at his words, but she turned her face up to his, and her lips parted a little. Gently, he took her in his arms.