She glanced at him startled. "If that happens, Jimmy, it means that I haven't spoilt your life."
"I want you to spoil it."
"You haven't answered my question; will you give me time?"
Belding got up, put his hands on her slim straight shoulders and stared into the beautiful, troubled face.
"Elsie, if any one else does come between us—"
She was seized with strange and sudden fear. "No, no, you don't know what you are saying."
He relented instantly. "I'm sorry, I was talking nonsense. Now I've got to go and see the bishop about the new church—won't you come?"
The shadow passed from her eyes. "Yes, I'd love to see him, if you won't get on that subject again."
"What subject?"
"You know," she laughed, once more light hearted.