"Monday? and I'd been wondering what would be the name of the day. So it's merely Monday? How many Mondays there have been, how many, many Mondays, that were like any other day! And now this Monday steals up—yes, I'll be ready."
"I see you are past reason——"
"Say above it——"
"Anyway, get on with your packing. So much is true." He would have ridden back with her, but she demurred.
"It's so far," he urged.
"It isn't half far enough," she mocked him, "I have so much thinking to do!"
"Monday, Monday, Monday, then!" he chanted, as he went out to lift her into the saddle. But when he had done this he suddenly bowed his head to kiss her hand, as he had seen his father long ago kiss his mother's hand.
"You are all the world, just now, all I know of it," he said.
She looked back to where he stood, straight and buoyant, his head thrown back in joyous challenge.
"And you are youth—dear, dear youth!" she cried; but this he could not hear.