“Perhaps in a day or two.”
So, at Rouen, they waited for the money to take them home to a new happiness.
VII
HER BIG TRUMP
One day she got a big letter with the American postmark. She laughed, made a certain mystery of it, and kept it from him.
“And this is my nurse!” he joyed.
“Yes!” she admitted.
He was opening a letter of his own which he was keeping from her.
“But there must be no secrets between chums.”
She tried to take the letter, but he withheld it.
“Ah, I must first confess? Well—how much do you love me?”