“Yes,” he answered in a hoarse whisper; “she’s like that.”
“So, don’t you see––”
“Good Lord, I do see!” he exclaimed.
Now he saw.
With his head swimming, with his breath coming short, he saw. But he was as dazed as a man suddenly given sight in the glare of the blazing sun.
Frances was frightened by his silence.
“I––I think we’d better go back now,” she said gently.
He escorted her to the house without quite knowing how he found the way. At the door she said:––
“Don’t you understand, Don?”
“Yes,” he answered; “for the first time.”