"And forget that we are—"
She nodded quickly, not allowing him to finish.
"Because," she explained, "I think it must be that which is making you serious. I don't know you that way. It is n't you. I 've seen you all these years, wandering around wherever your fancy took you—care-free and smiling. I've always envied you, and now—I thought you were just going to keep right on, only taking me with you. Is n't that what we planned?"
"Yes," he nodded. "We started yesterday."
"I shall never forget that part of yesterday," she said.
"It was n't so bad, except for Hamilton."
"It was n't so bad even with Hamilton," she corrected. "I don't think I can ever be afraid of him again."
"Then it was n't he that bothered you last night?" he asked quickly.
"No," she answered.
"It—it was n't I?"