She was usually nervous and uncertain at performing these public duties, such as giving tea. But today she forgot, she was at her ease, entirely forgetting to have misgivings. The tea-pot poured beautifully from a proud slender spout. Her eyes were warm with smiles as she gave him his tea. She had learned at last to be still and perfect.
“Everything is ours,” she said to him.
“Everything,” he answered.
She gave a queer little crowing sound of triumph.
“I’m so glad!” she cried, with unspeakable relief.
“So am I,” he said. “But I’m thinking we’d better get out of our responsibilities as quick as we can.”
“What responsibilities?” she asked, wondering.
“We must drop our jobs, like a shot.”
A new understanding dawned into her face.
“Of course,” she said, “there’s that.”