Jean was still too much amazed to be able to analyse her own sensations. She said only, "Thanks."
"You don't like me to go against him in anything! Never mind! When you and I are married, you will learn to think as I do."
Jean did not blush.
It was Cyril who blushed; not Jean.
She only turned and faced him full, with calm wide-open eyes.
"When!!!" was all she said.
"Now what did make me say that?" Cyril demanded of himself, somewhat later. "Odd how things slip out! . . . After all, there's nobody like good old Jean! . . . If neither of us should come across anybody else in the next few years—Well, I really don't see why it shouldn't be! . . . Jean might take it as a joke—but—Anyhow, I am in no hurry."
[CHAPTER IV.]
THE PROCESS OF FORMATION.
"We alter day by day;
Each little moment, as life's current rolls,
Stamps some faint impress on our yielding souls;
We may not rest nor stay,
Drifting on tides unseen to one dread goal and sure."
L. MORRIS.