“Yes.”
“Wait—do not go—stay with me as my wife, my wife! I have sold my book—I am free too, of an old, old shadow. Oh, I have much to tell you—much to talk over with you. Wait—let me read to you some letters.”
My voice was rough with emotion. She held up her hand.
“When I come back, David Dale, my friend—not now. We need to gain perspective—you and I. I have been through an ordeal—I am shaken—I am not myself. I don’t see clearly. And as for you—David Dale, there is much for you to learn.”
“What do you mean?” I cried brusquely.
She smiled at me sweetly and a little sadly.
“Oh, you are a stupid blundering David.” She shook her head. “But—wait till spring.”
“There is so much I want to say—explain,” I stammered.
“Wait till spring.”
“But I cannot keep Joey. I cannot let you go without your boy.”