“My own doing,” responded Nicholas.
“That doesn’t make it nicer, but worse,” gulped Trix.
Nicholas held her hand tighter.
“On the contrary, it’s better. It’s my own choice.” He emphasized the last word a little.
Trix was silent. Nicholas let go her hand.
“Let yourself out the front way,” he said. “I am sorry I am unable to accompany you.”
Trix went slowly to the library door. At the door she turned.
“It mayn’t be right of me,” she announced, “but I’m glad, really glad I did sneeze.”
Nicholas laughed.
“To be perfectly candid,” he remarked, “so am I.”