"Oh—it was a sort of thank-offering—and a sort of experiment."
He looked around at her. "Oh! It was! Well, don't you try any more of your experiments on me!"
"John—have you known, all along, about—about my horrid money?"
He looked at her quizzically. "Well—yes. I knew. Oh, I knew, of course! But—it isn't one of the things that counts, is it?"
He smiled at her, sure of her agreeing. She drew a long breath.
"No," she said, "it doesn't seem to be one of the things that count."
There seemed to be no further need for words; neither spoke again until White Rosy stopped before Mother Cary's gate. Then Rosamund turned her face toward Ogilvie.
"To-morrow!" she said.
His lips trembled. "To-morrow," he replied, "and all the to-morrows!"
THE END