Ralston paused a moment.
“Yes—I promise you that,” he said. “I think it’s very sensible. Thank you, dear.”
There was a short silence after he had spoken. Then Katharine laughed a little and looked at him affectionately.
“How funny we are!” she exclaimed. “Half an hour ago I quarrelled with you because you wouldn’t promise, and now I’ve got you to swear that you never will promise, under any circumstances.”
“Yes,” he answered. “It’s very odd. But other things are changed, too, since then, though it’s not long.”
“You’re mistaken, Jack,” she said, misunderstanding him. “Haven’t I said enough? Don’t you know that I love you just as much as I ever did—and more? But nothing is changed—nothing—not the least little bit of anything.”
“Dear—how good you are!” Ralston’s voice was very tender just then. “But I mean—about to-morrow.”
“Nothing’s changed, Jack,” said Katharine, leaning forward and speaking very earnestly.
But Ralston shook his head, sadly, as he met her eyes.
“Yes, dear, it’s all changed. That can’t be as you wanted it—not now.”