"Oh, Helen!" he said. "Helen! Why did I ever go!"
She held him closer still, sobbing a little.
"Darling, we both thought it right you should go. And—you didn't know."
"No," he agreed rather vaguely, "of course I didn't know." He thought she meant that he had not known how long the parting would seem, how insistent would be the need of each other. "I should not have gone, if I had known," he added, tenderly.
"I knew you wouldn't, Ronnie. But—I was all right."
"Of course you were all right. You know, you said we were a healthy couple, so I suppose there was no need to worry or to expect anything else. Was there? All the same I did worry—sometimes."
She waited for more.
It did not come. Ronnie was kissing her hair again.
"Were you glad when you had my letter, Ronnie?" she asked, very low.
"Which letter, sweet? I was always glad of every letter."