They found that they were standing still, staring white-faced at each other. For a moment they stayed so, then she said gently:
"Surely we have not come here to gibe at one another? I--I bear you no ill-will, Garrett." It was such a strange way of expressing her feelings that she could not help but stammer a little.
He laughed. Strange, that he who felt so old in the train that morning should now feel young enough for fierce anger and rage.
"That is good of you. I am sorry I cannot with truth claim to reciprocate your generosity."
The calmness that had amazed him sustained her now.
"Well, let us leave the subject then, and speak of one that matters more to our future life--Bran. What about Bran?"
"You saw yourself to-day--you heard." He did not care to keep exultation from his voice.
"You think it fair, then, to take away from me what I have lived and worked for these last six years?"
"Have not I worked for him too?"
"You may have done so. It has made no difference to him."