“Indeed, no!”
“And if she took dinner with me? I’ll bring her back early.”
“If Marion thinks––”
But Marion, who had stood silent and anxious until then, did not reply to Claire’s glance of inquiry. She heard the last words as if in a dream. But dreams were coming true these days; miracle followed miracle. With a stifled cry she ran past them, and into her room. There she sank down on the edge of the bed, and crossed her hands over her breast, and stared at vacancy, her face burning, a mist before her eyes. Weakness overcame her for a moment. Then she leaped to her feet, dressed quickly for the drive, and went out befurred and radiant to put her arms around Claire and kiss her.
“You’ll be welcome, Haig, if you want to––to come in any time,” Huntington was saying awkwardly.
“I will!” replied Haig.
Then Philip and Marion were gone, and Seth and Claire stood staring at the door.
“Oh, I’m so happy, Seth!” cried Claire at last, holding up her arms to him.
“Umph!” said Huntington, submitting to her ecstatic endearments.