He rose up, the lover's light in his eyes again, and drew her to him, and held her in a laughing embrace.
'What has been wrong between us? It's a new thing for you and me to be scowling and snarling.'
'I hope I neither scowled nor snarled, dear boy, though I'm not sure that you didn't. No doubt, Mrs. Abbott went away thinking we lead rather a cat and dog life.'
'Hang it, no! How could she have any such thoughts?'
'Oh, the drive home that day.'
'Why, whose fault was that? I should have been all right, except that I couldn't understand why you had run the chance of killing yourself.'
'I don't think I should have cared very much that morning,' said Alma idly. 'I was more miserable than you can imagine.'
'Why?'
'Oh, I don't know—foolishness. But you never gave me a word of praise, and I'm sure I deserved it. Why, she galloped with me like mad for nearly two miles, and I never lost hold of the reins, and I pulled her up by myself and got her round, and drove back to meet you as if nothing had happened. I told Mrs. Abbott all about it, and she was astonished at my pluck.'
'Must have been. So am I.'