“Don’t think me capricious, please,” she began. “You’re everything I can hope for—and yet——”
“And yet?” he repeated.
She paused a moment, then broke in, “Forgive me, won’t you? I don’t know what it is. Something has affected me strangely.” She leaned against the back of the bench, rested her head in her hand, away from him, and Crabb turned jealously toward her.
“You were thinking—of him—of the other.”
“Why shouldn’t I be honest with you? I can’t help it. Something has suddenly brought him into my mind. I was wondering——”
“Yes.”
“I was wondering where he is now—to-night. It is so beautiful here. Everything has been done to make us happy. I was thinking that perhaps if I had written him a line I might have saved him some terrible trial. It was only a boy-and-girl affair, of course, but——”
Patricia suddenly stopped speaking, and both of them turned their heads toward the dark bank of bushes behind them.
“What was it?” she asked.