“What moments we have had in this room!” he said, looking about him lingeringly.
“Bitter and sweet,” she said.
“There shall be no more bitter—only sweet.”
“It will be the sweeter,” she said, with knowledge born of experience.
They went out reluctantly. He placed her in his car and they drove toward his home—their home now.... The house was ablaze with lights. Two cars stood at the curb. Potter entered the driveway, wondering, stopped at the door and alighted. Side by side he entered with Hildegarde.
His father stood in the hall in hat and coat, fresh from the street.
“Dad!” said Potter.
“Son!... Son, where have you been? What has happened? We’ve hunted for you—Downs has hunted for you.... We thought—”
“Where’s mother, Dad?... I want to take—my wife—to her.”
“Your wife? Is that what you’ve been doing? Getting married?”