“There’s just one poem I remember,” she said. “You know——
“From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free....
“Do you like that one too?” he asked. Incredible! They stared at each other.
The light of a ranch house was ahead of them, and they paused.
“Let’s go back,” she said. He nodded and they turned.
“Listen, Gin,” he said thoughtfully, “I know what Madden meant when you got sore at him. You don’t have to worry about me. I know what he meant.”
“Of course you do.”
“Only I don’t like to talk about it, that’s all. I just don’t like it and I won’t talk about it. You see? I don’t want you to think....”
“Of course I see. Never mind.”