"I know. I swear every time I think of it"
"Then you can guess a little of what it means?"
Their hands were very close upon the window-sill.
"As a psychologist—" began the professor.
"Oh—No!" murmured Desire.
Their hands almost touched.
And just at that moment Aunt Caroline came in.
"Are you there, Benis?" asked Aunt Caroline unnecessarily. "I wish you would come in and take—oh, I did not mean you to come in through the window. If Olive saw you! But a Spence has no idea of dignity. Now that you are in, I wish you would take Desire up to your room. I wired Olive to prepare the west room. It is grey and pink, so nice for Desire who is somewhat pale. The bed is very comfortable, too, and large. But, of course, if you prefer any other room you will change. Desire, my dear, it is your home, I do not forget that. I have had your bags carried up. Benis can manage his own."
If Desire were pale naturally, she was more than pale now. Her frightened eyes fluttered to her husband's face and fluttered away again. Why had she never thought of this! Sheer panic held her quiet in the straight-backed chair.
But Spence, without seeming to notice, had seen and understood her startled eyes.