He warmed to the cause.
“No end of times she's said you were the finest———” Her smile—an odd one, such as he had never seen on her lips before—checked his eager speech. He bridled. “Of course, if you don't choose to believe me, there's nothing more to be said. She meant it, however.”
“I am sure she said it, Freddy,” she hastened to declare. “Will she be pleased with our—our marriage?”
It required a great deal of courage on her part to utter these words, but she was determined to bring the true situation home to him.
He did not even hesitate, and there was conviction in his voice as he replied:
“It doesn't matter whether she's pleased or displeased. We're pleasing ourselves, are we not? There's no one else to consider, dear.”
Her eyes were full upon his, and there was wonder in them.
“Thank you—thank you, Freddy,” she cried. “I—I knew you'd———” The sentence remained unfinished.
“Has there ever been a doubt in your mind?” he asked uneasily, after a moment. He knew there had been misgivings, and he was ready, in his self-abasement, to resent them if given the slightest opening. Guilt made him arrogant.
“No,” she answered simply.