The front door closed vigorously behind her. Madeline sat still, and Frank stood beside her, his hand on her shoulder. The house was very quiet, but it was not empty. Life was still going on in it. Life never stopped, while the heart beat.
“Frank,” she said, “I think we’d better go out to dinner, after all.”
“If you feel up to it, my dear.”
“We’ll have to go out more together, Frank. Now that Joyce has gone—”
She stopped, and for a moment he was afraid that she would break down; but when he bent and looked into her face, he saw that she was smiling a very lovely smile.
“Joyce has gone,” she said, “but you’re here, Frank!”
He patted her shoulder, and, glancing up, she saw his hand raised to his mustache. In all simplicity, he was pleased, because she had remembered that.[Pg 418]
MUNSEY’S
MAGAZINE
JULY, 1926
Vol. LXXXVIII NUMBER 2