CHAPTER V
SEEING JOAN HOME
THEY walked home slowly, Wint and Joan. The moon was bright upon them; the streets were still filled with the dispersing throng. People spoke to them, then went discreetly on their way, and smiled back at the two. Wint and Joan said little; and what they said was of no importance. He told her he had seen her crying.
“I had to,” she said. “I was so happy.”
“I wasn’t happy,” Wint declared. “I was scared.”
She said she didn’t blame him. “It must have been hard to face them all.”
He nodded. “I’ll tell you; all that noise.... It—made me seasick. Something like that.”
“I know,” she said.
When they were halfway home, she told him that Hetty had come to her, that morning. Wint looked at her quickly.
“Hetty’s all right,” he said. “She’ll be all right. She’s found herself.”
Joan nodded. “It’s going to be a fight, for her.”