She laughed softly.
‘It’s like a long courtship,’ she said. ‘George and I only knew each other six weeks before we were married.’
It amazed her to find that now she could speak of George without discomfort. Her mind ran swiftly over those early days.
‘Abner,’ she said, ‘I feel sorry for George now, don’t you?’
‘Don’t speak of him!’ said Abner seriously.
‘You’re jealous . . .’
‘Don’t speak of him. I gave old George my word. I’ve not been a pal to George.’
‘You’re a funny boy,’ she said, loving him with her eyes.
‘I want to forget old George,’ he said obstinately.
‘Then I won’t speak of him, Abner. What time is it?’