"Not at all!" he shook his head and smiled. She moved away in mock offense.
"Reality is too sweet a dream, dearest, for us to need dreams!" he added, tenderly. This little speech was followed by a silence of several minutes, in which occurred the performance considered proper under the circumstances.
Helene drew gently away.
"Have you been working hard?" she asked.
"Yes, I was up at five o'clock this morning finishing my brief. I'm quite ready now."
"And the case comes off to-morrow!" she exclaimed, softly.
"To-morrow is the great day!" nodded Raymond.
"And I'm to hear you!"
"Of course! But I'll have to find a place where I can't see you. I'd forget what I was talking about if I caught sight of you; and just think what it would mean if I should stutter and stammer and break down with you in court! Why, I'd never get over it!" He shivered with a dread that was not all feigned.
"And you've made up your mind to speak to your father to-day?" she asked timidly, after a little pause.