“I don’t know. The latter, if anything. For I do know he’s been buying certain stocks—awfully heavy.”
“Playing the stock market, eh——?”
“I don’t think I should have told you that. But I know you won’t say anything about it. Oh, I do hope he hasn’t had any real misfortune——”
Our talk veered to other subjects, and for a while we stood and watched the twilight descending over the lagoon. The crags were never so mysterious. They seemed to take weird shapes in the half-light, and the water sucked and lapped about their stony feet.
In a little while her hand stole into mine. It rested softly, and neither of us felt the need of words. The twilight deepened into that pale darkness of the early Floridan night.
“How I’d like to help him, if he’s in trouble,” she said at last, almost whispering. “And how I’d like to help you—do all the things you want to do.”
“I’m glad—that you care about it,” I told her, not daring to look down into that sober, wistful face.
“I do care about it,” she declared. She bent, until her lips were close to my ear. “And I believe I see the way.”