"Engaged, then!" She spoke casually, but there was a beating at her heart.
"Not even that."
She pressed the button for the car to stop. She had a morbid hope that she might still keep her secret from him. But when he helped her off the car and they started to walk toward her home, she saw it in his eyes.
"You understand now?" she faltered.
"Yes."
They walked a hundred steps in silence. "Tell me one thing, Georgia," he said, "you are happy?"
"Yes," she answered firmly.
"That's all I care about."
When they reached her door he gave her the package of white goods which he had been carrying.
"Georgia," he said, as they shook hands good-bye, "remember this—if you ever need me, I'll come."