Jeannie was silent a moment.
"But he wants to see me now," she said.
"I know. But I don't think he wants to be with us alone. You understand that, I expect."
Jeannie sighed.
"Poor Tom!" she said. "Yet I don't know why I say 'poor.' I think he likes life."
"I don't think he loves it as you and I do."
Jeannie's eyes suddenly filled with tears.
"I am awfully sorry for that," she said. "Sometimes I feel frightfully guilty, and then suddenly on the top of that I feel innocent. Oh, to be plain, I feel more than innocent. I feel dreadfully laudable. And then, to do me justice, I put up a little prayer that I may not become a prig or a donkey."
He laughed.
"Please, don't," he said. "I should not know you. But you made a man of him."