"I'm sure he'll come."
"Well then—"
"Perhaps it's the wind," Helen said. "You're very good to me."
"Oh, I'm fond of you," Lily said.
"Are you fond enough to kiss me?" Helen asked. She wanted a touch at which she need not shudder, and surely it was fitting that some one should kiss her on her wedding-day.
CHAPTER XXX
Soon after nine o'clock, Helen bade Mildred Caniper and the nurse good-night and went downstairs with Jim close at her heels.
"We're going to sit in the kitchen, James. I'll get my sewing."
She hesitated at the window: the night was very dark, but she could see the violent swaying of the poplars, and she thought the thickening of their twigs was plain and, though it was April already, it was going to snow. She touched the tassel of the blind, but she did not pull on it, for she would not anger George with little things, and she left the window bare for his eyes and the night's.