And all three were surprised at this conclusion. They were uneasily silent for a moment or two, when Panoukian departed. Then Matilda rose and came to her husband and held out her hand. He took it in both his and looked up at her.
“Good night,” she said.
“Good night.”
“Until to-morrow.”
And slowly the smile he loved came to her face. Warmed by it and encouraged, he said:
“Is anything worrying you?”
The smile disappeared.
“No. Nothing. I’m beginning to think about things, and you. It’s all so queer. . . . Good night.”
And she was gone.