'And—he told—you——?'
'Everything.'
He drew a long sigh of relief, and slid his hand along the counterpane toward hers.
'June,' appealingly.
She put her hand in his for a moment, met his eyes for an instant, turned her own away quickly, and glanced over her shoulder; then suddenly she began to laugh softly.
'June!' reproachfully.
'Let me laugh! Oh, you poor boy! If I don't laugh, I'm afraid—I shall cry!'