"Now we must walk about or some one will see us," she said.
"We've only got five minutes. Martin, what I want to know is, are you happy?"
"Yes," he said.
They walked like ghosts, in the misty street.
"Well, then I am," she said. "Only your letters didn't sound very happy."
"Can you hold on till after the New Year?" They were walking hand in hand, her fingers curled in his palm.
"Yes," she said. "If you're happy."
"There are troubles of course," he said. "But I don't care for Amy and the rest. It's only father that matters. I can't discover how much he knows. If I knew that I'd be much happier. We'll be all right, Maggie, if nothing happens to him."
With a little frightened catch in her throat she asked him:
"How do you mean, if anything happens to him?"