"And if he doesn't get back from the war, she will mourn for him sincerely for a year or two and then——"
"Marry someone else."
"Why not?"
That was what she had so often told him to do, and now he spoke as though it were quite possible—even for him; and she was both glad and a little resentful.
At the top of the hill they turned. The enemy was trotting leisurely up the slope, having given up the race earlier than they knew. Judith's face was flushed.
"I don't think you are so very old," she said.
"Go on!" said Judith.
Crittenden laughed, and took off his hat very politely when they met the buggy, but Wharton looked surly. The girl with the black hair looked sharply at Judith, and then again at Crittenden, and smiled. She must have cared little for her companion, Judith thought, or something for Crittenden, and yet she knew that most women smiled at Crittenden, even when they did not know him very well. Still she asked: "And the other things—you meant other women?"