She nodded.
"Yes, I do, Howard. You've made me happy. I want you to be happy."
He looked puzzled.
"You say you love me?" he said, "and yet you're happy because I'm going away. I don't follow that line of reasoning."
"It isn't reason," she said with a smile, "it's what I feel. I guess a man wants to have what he loves and a woman is satisfied to love just what she wants. Anyway, I'm glad. I'm glad you're going. Go and tell your father."
Taking his hat, he said:
"I'll telephone him."
"Yes, that's right," she replied.
"Where's my cane?" he asked, looking round the room.
She found it for him, and as he opened the door, she said: