She glanced up at him, and in the look that met hers she found all the reassurance that she was ever to need.
“A new life, and a new world, my Val. We’re going to face things together, now.”
She was no longer afraid or doubtful, but felt the strangest rush of pure exhilaration.
It was her justification for the past.
“A new life, and a new world,” she repeated. “We’re going to be very happy, in spite of everything that’s happened.”
“We are very happy,” said George Cuscaden firmly, her hand held fast in his.
“I think they’ll forgive me, at home, in time. Father was very kind last night, and Flossie and Lucilla have been so good.”
“Val, my darling,” said the young man very seriously, “there’s one thing I do want to say, and you mustn’t mind. You’ve got to leave the past behind you, now. Isn’t there something or other in the Bible about forgetting thy father’s house and thine own people?”
“Something like that.”
“Well, I don’t really mean forgetting them, you know. But you’ve got your own life now, and it isn’t going to run on the old lines any more. It seems to me there’s been such a lot of talking and thinking in your life up to now, that there’s been no room for doing anything. You and I are going to change all that.”