“You told him, then?”
“Oh, yes; I told him.”
“Would he not consent?” inquired Owen, as she paused.
“He promised to consent if I still wished it, after thinking it over.”
“But he persuaded you not to wish it any more?”
“No, it wasn’t that. It’s a little bit difficult to explain. He did ask me what I should gain by it, and whether it wasn’t just restlessness and seeking a vocation to which I was not called. You remember hearing him say that about Val, too?”
“I remember.”
“Well, that was all. He didn’t say anything more. Of course I knew he wouldn’t like my going away from him, without being told. But it was I who decided that it was an occasion for making what I’m afraid I thought of as a sacrifice.”
She surprised him by a little laugh.
“You see, Owen, I think now that I was quite wrong.”