“So to-morrow is our wedding day,” he said, looking at her face. Like most dark beauties, she looked her best in the evening.
“Yes—it’s to-morrow, Jack. You are glad, aren’t you?” she asked, repeating almost exactly the last words she had spoken that morning as he had left her at the door of the Crowdies’ house.
“Do you doubt that I’m as glad as you are?” asked Ralston, earnestly. “I’ve waited for you a long time—all my life, it seems to me.”
“Have you?”
Her grey eyes turned full upon him as she put the question, which evidently meant more to her than the mere words implied. He paused before answering her, with an over-scrupulous caution, the result of her own earnestness.
“Why do you hesitate?” she asked, suddenly. “Didn’t you mean exactly what you said?”
“I said it seemed to me as though I had waited all my life,” he answered. “I wanted to be—well—accurate!” He laughed a little. “I am trying to remember whether I had ever cared in the least for any one else.”
Katharine laughed too. He sometimes had an almost boyish simplicity about him which pleased her immensely.
“If it takes such an effort of memory, it can’t have been very serious,” she said. “I’m not jealous. I only wish to know that you are.”
“I love you with all my heart,” he answered, with emphasis.