"That's a good thing!" thought I.
I did not say so to Elizabeth. I hadn't confided a word to Elizabeth of what I felt. I had taken my confidence away from the once-intimate chum.
And then suddenly her confidence returned to me; in fact, I had it as I'd never had it before.
It was on the afternoon after we'd passed our tests—Sunday. (On the Monday we were to hear for certain about that new job of ours.) I'd missed Elizabeth shortly after the midday meal, and I found her in that old haunt of hers on the wall under the bushes.
Crouched up there she was sobbing as if her heart would break.
I was afraid she would be furious that I'd come upon her like this.
But the unexpected happened. She turned and clung to me.
"Oh, Joan! I am so unhappy," she sobbed. "Oh, it's so awful. We are going away from this place, and I shall never, never see him again!"