She gazed at him, her cheeks pale, then flooding with an exquisite color, and came to him with a quick little sigh of happiness. It was not thus they had clung together the evening before. Now there was joy in the clinging, and the sweet promise of more joy that awaited them.
“Do you remember that first morning we met?” he whispered again.
“I don’t know why I went to Beech Lodge. I think I had to.”
“Yes, that was it. I thought you were so wonderful and brave. The house was never quite the same after that.”
“Do you think I was wise to come?” she smiled.
He answered with a kiss, and she stirred in his arms, only to be drawn closer.
“I was tremendously interested in you, even then,” she confided, “and rather frightened. I hope I didn’t show it. Did Edith think I was very bold?”
“Edith thinks no end of you. She’s a trump.”
Jean nodded happily. “You and I need some one like that near us, Jack.”
“I don’t want any one near us for a while,” he protested. “How did your mother know?”