They sat closely, with locked hands.
“I’ve been thinking very carefully what to do. I’m not sure of myself. We need to be more certain of each other.”
“But how? How can we be more certain now you’re going?”
She smiled at his despair. “The honeymoon ought to come first,” she said. “Every marriage ought to be preceded by a honeymoon.” She spoke slowly. “A—a quite proper affair; it would be almost the same as being married. It’s only by being alone that two people have a chance to find each other out If we could do that without quarreling or getting tired—— What do you say? If you don’t say yes, you may never get another chance.”
When she saw him hesitating, she added, “You’re thinking of me. No one need know. We could meet in Paris.”
His last chance! Dared he trust himself?
“What day shall I meet you?” he questioned.