“What about?”
“This.”
“No!”
“You are not—you are not even sorry?” she said.
“No—not even sorry.”
“I can’t understand that. It’s so much—”
“I’m glad,” he proclaimed. “Glad.”
“But—the trouble—the expense—everything—and your work?”
“Yes,” he said, “that’s just it.”
She looked at him doubtfully. He glanced up at her, and she questioned his eyes. He put his arm about her, and presently and almost absent-mindedly she obeyed his pressure and bent down and kissed him.