"But, do you know, there are times when I am longing for home, too. Can you understand that?"
"That is only the first few days—It will be a little hard never to see you again, Miss Aagot—I mean a little—that is—"
"You talk so strangely to-night," she said. "You almost make me want to cry; honestly you do."
"But, dear Miss Aagot—"
"To get married isn't the same as to die, I'm sure."
Coldevin's manner instantly changed; he became jocular.
"Die! Well, I like that! But you are right in saying that I have been sitting here and depressing you with my talk. It was mostly your mother I was thinking of. It was nobody else—Tell me, have you finished the cushions for the yacht?"
"Yes," answered Aagot absently.
"But you have not been in Parliament yet? I imagine you have hardly had time for that as yet. I have been there every day; but then I haven't anything else to do."
"Listen," she said suddenly; "I may not have an opportunity to bid you good night later, so I will do it now." She gave him her hand. "And remember, you have promised to call to-morrow! I—You will make me very happy if you come."