"I've got something to tell you myself. This is a good place to talk."
"Why, how serious!"
"It is serious business—for me," declared the young man.
"And you're a trifle ungallant," she accused, looking at him from under lowered lashes.
"This is no time for gallantry. This is business."
"What business?" she asked, tentatively approaching.
"The business of living. The business of finding out what's going to happen to me—to us."
"My goodness!" murmured Janice. "You talk almost like a soothsayer."
"Come and hear what the astrologer has to say," urged Nelson, yet without his customary lightness of speech and look. He was still very serious.
"I don't know," she said, slowly, hesitating in her approach. "I am almost afraid of you in this mood. Daddy says when a young man begins to act like he was really seriously grappling with life, look out for him!"