At last, with a little murmuring sigh, she spoke. "What is going to happen, Billikins?"
"God knows," he said.
But there was no note of dismay in his voice. His hold was strong and steadfast.
She stirred a little. "Do you believe in God?" she asked him, for the second time.
He had not answered her before; he answered her now without hesitation. "Yes, I do."
She lifted her head to look at him. "I wonder why?" she said.
He was silent for a moment; then, "Just because I can hold you in my arms," he said, "and feel that nothing else matters—or can matter again."
"You really feel that?" she said, quickly. "You really love me, dear?"
"That is love," he said, simply.
"Oh, darling!" Her breath came fast. "Then, if they try to take me from you—you will really do it—you won't be afraid?"