Patricia Wentworth,
Two Christmas Eves
(1910)
“ IT WAS on the Christmas Eve a year after Mrs. Ames first became his secretary that John Alden, M. P., asked her to be his wife. For the first six months he had thought her a very good secretary. For the last six months he had been gradually ceasing to think of her as a secretary at all. She was Lucy to him—Lucy, the woman whose hand was on the pulses of his heart; and every day those pulses throbbed more strongly. He wondered how long her husband had been dead, and if she had loved him, and if he had loved her. He wished he knew more about her. ”
