“And you told him?”
“Gardy, dearest! Are you going to make me say it after all?”
“Positively. You know I’m harsh and stern. You told George——”
She clasped her arms about me, pressing against my breast, surrender and victory in her upturned face.
“I told him that I loved you. I told him that if you didn’t get well—oh, my boy, my boy! I was so frightened over you!”
“And George was satisfied with that?”
“Yes. He had accepted it by that time. He said he knew it from the moment I came on board, and he knew now that it was all right.”
After a long silence I persisted—
“When did you know it, Betty?”
She blushed.