She thought a minute; then a look of wonderment shone in her eyes, followed almost directly by a great, glad blush that spread all over her face, dyeing her cheeks with crimson and driving her to hide them against my shoulder.
"I don't guess this one," she said.
But I was sure she had.
"Don't?"
"Won't, then," she murmured into my coat lapel.
"It could not be yet, of course," said I. "But in three months——"
"You said sacrifice," she interrupted, and glanced up with a quick darting of the eyes.
"It would have to be very quiet—very, very quiet."
"It is no sacrifice to travel—in company."
And there we left it; but we knew well enough each other's hopes and desires.