“How was that?”
“I can only guess: he may have spoken to my brother, and that was enough.”
“Didn’t you miss him?”
“Life was a little duller.”
“If he had asked you to marry him, Joan?”
“Well?”
“Would you?”
“Cosmo!”
“You told me I might ask you anything!”
She stood, turned to the roadside, and sat down on the low earth-dyke. Her face was white.