“We’ve been rowing,” he said.
“We thought you’d been drowned,” said Lawrence.
Marley and Lavinia drove home together in silence. In the light of the moon, the road was silver, and the fields with their shocks of wheat were gold.
CHAPTER V
THE SERENADE
“I don’t know what ails Lavinia,” said Mrs. Blair to her husband as he sat on the veranda after dinner the next day. The judge laid his paper in his lap, and looked up at his wife over his glasses.
“Isn’t she well?” he asked.
“M—yes,” replied Mrs. Blair, prolonging the word in her lack of conviction, “I guess so.”
“Don’t you know?” the judge demanded in some impatience with her uncertainty.
“She says she feels all right.”
“Well, then, what makes you think she isn’t?”