"Oh, Dick, have you thought it all over, looked at every side of it—twenty times, a hundred times, five hundred times?"
"Not I! I looked at it all round once for all, and I've never doubted of it since. I've been waiting for you to do all that." His smile was happy and now confident.
"Well, in the end, I like it better like that. I like you to think so, anyhow, even if you're deceiving yourself. Because it shows——" She broke off mischievously. "What does it show, Dick?"
"Why, that you're the jewel of the world! What else would it be showing?"
"But what about the lady you were unhappy over, that evening at the station?"
"You knew it was yourself all the time!"
"Then how did you dare to say it wasn't serious? And to call yourself—or me—a fool?"
"You're teasing me to the end, Winnie."
She grew grave and slipped her arm through his. "I knew really why it wasn't and couldn't be serious to you—and why just in that way it became terribly serious. Time was when I should have thought you silly to think it so serious, and when you would have kept it 'not serious' right to the end. We've changed one another, Dick. I you, you me—and life both of us! And so we can make terms with one another."
"Terms of perfect peace," he answered. He knew what was in her mind. "I give you my honour—in my soul I'm at peace."