"Do you really want to know?"
"If you wish to tell me."
"I wanted him away—so I could come to you. I hurried straight to your camp. Am I shameless, Roger? Then we hunted for you. Roger——"
"I am not worthy of you," he said, "but I love you."
"Roger?"
"Yes, dear."
"Do you think we will really fight?"
They laughed together, the joyous laughter of youth, her head upon his breast and his arms about her.
"Probably," he said.
And they laughed again.