“When?” she asked.
“To-night!”
“Tonight? Oh Glenn!”
Her eyes had filled with tears, and she was winking hard to keep them back.
“To-night.”
She repeated the word over and over again.
“And to think,” she managed to say at last, “to think that the last night I should have been away from you! How can I ever forgive myself!”
Her lip trembled, and the tears rolled down her cheeks. She drew out her handkerchief and said:
“Let’s go in.”
All that day Marley went about faltering over his preparations. Wade Powell was the only one of the few who were interested in him that was enthusiastic over his going, and he praised and congratulated him, and pierced his already sore heart by declaring that he had known all along it was what Marley would be compelled to do. He would give him a letter to his old friend, Judge Johnson, he said; the judge would be a great man for him to know, and Powell sat down at once, with more energy and enterprise than Marley had ever known him to show, and began to elaborate his letter of introduction.