"I did not know love was like that," she said after a long pause. "But perhaps I do not know anything about love at all."
The older woman looked at her with quiet scrutiny.
"You will," she said.
After that they talked of other things until the doctor came to take Desire home.
"Queer thing," he said as he threw in the clutch, "I believe she looks a little better already. That was an excellent idea of yours."
"It was anything but an excellent idea." Desire's tone was taut with emotional reaction. "Fortunately, it did no harm. But I don't know what you were thinking of to allow it."
"Allow it?" In surprised injury.
Desire did not take up the challenge. She was looking, he thought, unusually excited. There was faint color on her cheek. Her hands, generally so quiet, clasped and unclasped her handbag with an irritating click. Being a wise man, Rogers waited until the clicking had subsided. Then, "What's the matter?" he asked mildly.
"John," said Desire, "do you know anything about love?"
"I see you do," she added as the car leapt forward, narrowly missing a surprised cow. "So perhaps you will laugh at my new wisdom. I learned something to-day."