So he let her cry, and said no more, but sat with her cold hand in his warm, easy clasp.
“You'll think me a fool,” she said. “I don't know why I cry.”
“You can cry for nothing, can't you?” he said.
“Why, yes, but it's not very sensible.”
He laughed shortly.
“Sensible!” he said.
“You are a strange man,” she said.
But he took no notice.
“Did you ever intend to marry Jim Bricknell?” he asked.
“Yes, of course.”