“I’m glad I had that photograph taken.”
“Was that why? Because——”
“Meester Deek, I didn’t know you so well then. It didn’t seem so terrible to leave you. But—it was partly.”
The tiffs and aloofness of yesterday seemed as distant as a life-time.
“We were stupid to quarrel.” His tone invited her indorsement.
“We’ll do it again,” she laughed.
They swung into the Grand Central. She let him look to her luggage as though it were his right. It was nearly as good as being married to her.
“Shall I take your ticket?”
“Let’s get it together.”
When they came to the window, she opened her bag and handed him the money.