“She’ll win. Sam will help.”
“I know. I saw that, this morning.”
A little later, she said: “You—did the right thing. Foolish, maybe. But—it was fine, too. Foolish things often are.”
Wint shook his head. “But I’d like to pound Routt.”
“Don’t,” she said. “Agnes loves him.”
Wint told her then what Amos had told him; and she uttered a low, pitiful exclamation. “I didn’t know that,” she said. “But—they may be happy. Agnes is good.... Loyal.... In her way.”
“You knew she loved him?”
“Yes. I’ve always known. Agnes had talked to me.”
“I hope Routt does—settle down.”
Joan said thoughtfully: “There is something strong in him. Misdirected.”