“What is it?” he asked anxiously.
“I—I don’t know,” she managed to whisper faintly. “I have the strangest feeling that something is going to happen—something dreadful!”
“You are cold,” he said, a comforting arm instantly about her shoulders to quiet her trembling. “Come inside.”
She shook her head, leaning against him, grateful for his nearness and his understanding.
“No—it is something else. I know something is going to happen. I can feel it!” She turned dark eyes to him. “What can it be?” she whispered fearfully.
“There is nothing going to happen to you,” he said smiling. “Do not be afraid.”
“I’m not afraid for myself,” she said slowly, “but you—if anything should happen to you——” In confusion, she bowed her head on his shoulder and a sob escaped her.
His eyes were wide with amazement as he awkwardly patted her shoulder. A tender smile flitted across his face. He had never for one moment supposed that she—— How in the world should he deal with the situation?
“Gale,” he spoke gently, slowly, “have you ever been in love?” He felt her stiffen instantly and her head came up with a jerk.
“Why—what do you mean?” she asked faintly.