"Better not."
"I hate to deceive and play act and be underhanded."
"So do I—but—Lucy, darling, you're going to trust me in more important things than this. I think my way is best. We don't want any more agonies and recriminations and scenes. Do we?"
I took her in my arms and whispered, "It's only a few days now, but I don't see how I can wait. I don't see how."
And she burrowed with her face between my cheek and shoulder, and whispered back, "And I don't see how I can wait."
There was a little space of very tense silence, during which my eyes roved to the little silver traveling-clock on the mantel, and then I said in a voice that shook:
"I'd better get out before he comes back."
XXXI
My parents, loafing North, via Hot Springs, were delighted to see me. As soon as courtesy to my mother made it possible, I got my father aside, and told him that my real purpose in coming was to raise the wind.