“I was not thinking of that. How can you?”
“It would be a long honeymoon trip.”
She shook her head as if my tone jarred.
“Can’t you see all it means to me?”
“I know what it means to me.”
“Don’t!” she exclaimed, impatiently. “Be serious.”
“I think we’ve been serious long enough. Believe me, I know all that this portentous news must be to you. Pray God it is true that your father is alive. But there are some anxieties we can face better with a bright face. So smile to me, and say you’ll go with me to find and bring him back.”
I held out my hands.
She hung back a moment with head averted and then turned and put her hands in mine, her face smiling and her eyes dashed with tears.
“It is all so strange,” she said.