“Oh, Glenn,” she broke out, “I’m afraid!”
She spoke with intuitive apprehension.
“Of what?”
“Our happiness!”
He tried to laugh again.
“Do you think it will ever be?” she asked.
“I know it,” he said earnestly. “I have nothing but faith—our love is strong enough for anything!”
“You comfort me,” she said simply.
Lavinia spent the night with Mayme Carter, and the house sounded until long after midnight with the low, monotonous drone of their confidential voices.