“Very really!” she answered, with a faint smile.
He sprang up and caught her in his arms, in a sort of desperation.
“Oh, Andrée! I’m so sorry! My lovely, beautiful girl! I’m so sorry!”
“Don’t!” she cried. “You make it worse! Be glad, can’t you? I thought you would be. I thought everyone would be—simply beaming.... I wanted you to be!”
“I’m not!” he said, doggedly. “I love you too much!”
“Do you?” she said, triumphantly.
“Now you’ve got it out of me,” he said. “I knew you would! Yes, I do love you—too much, I guess. I don’t want anyone but you, ever.”
“Oh, Al! Al! It’s so heavenly to have you back again, and hear you again, and see you—with your dear old rumpled hair. There’s no one like you!”
“I wish to God you didn’t have this before you!” he said, sombrely.