“Looks like a clear day to-morrow,” said Richard.
She nodded quietly. Her eyes were on the level green fields that moved past them, mile after mile.
He put out his hand and covered hers where it lay on the seat between them.
“Tired?” he asked.
She shook her head. Then she drew a long breath and looked at him with a smile.
“How good it seems!” she said slowly. “How good it seems—to get away from them all!”
“We are beginning all over,” he responded.
“Yes.... I can’t seem to worry about what’s happening to them.... Just a little worry—because I don’t worry—that’s all!”
“You’ll get over that in a mile or so,” he replied confidently.
It would seem she did get over it—or at least if she did not, she concealed it skilfully. The little lines in her face smoothed, one by one, and a tranquil look came to it.