She smiled softly from her chair nearby.
"Don't you think I'm the best judge of that?"
"No," he said miserably. "No."
"You can't deny a woman the faith of her intuitions."
"And if I proved your intuitions false——"
"Sure and I'd never speak to you again," she put in quaintly.
"It might be better if you didn't," he muttered, half aloud.
She heard him, or seemed to, for she turned quickly and laid her hand over his.
"Don't be spoiling our day, dear," she said earnestly. "God has been good in bringing you back to me. Whatever happens I won't be regretting it."
His fingers caught and pressed hers and then quickly relinquished them as he rose, struggling for his composure.