“Oh, Gerry!” repeated Teddie, hugging him tight. And she kissed him again, out of sheer relief at finding him still anchored to the same muddled-up old world with her.
“You’ll have to marry me for this, remember!” announced Gerry, doing his best to look magisterial.
“I couldn’t live without you, Gerry,” she had the honesty to acknowledge. “And they said I was going to lose you!”
“Not if I know it,” proclaimed her captive.
Teddie looked up for a moment at the sadly wrecked roadster.
“But it wasn’t sporting of me, Gerry!”
“What wasn’t?”
“Everything—everything I’ve done!”
Gerry reached out with his one good arm.
“No queen, Teddie, can possibly do wrong. But there’s one thing, Belovedness, I want to know, I’ve got to know.”