“And after that, what?”
“I honestly don’t know, Jim. I wish I did. During this last year at college I’ll have to think hard, and come to some decision. I might teach, for I love youngsters——”
“But only for, say a year or two?” interrupted Jim, in a very low tone.
“Why, I don’t know. I probably should keep at it if I liked it.”
“I mean just until I get well settled, and can take care of you?”
There was dead silence, broken only by the harsh sound of the foghorn, and the subdued voices of the crowd around them. Nancy’s heart raced madly; and although she felt Jim’s anxious eyes upon her, and knew he was waiting, she could not force herself to reply at once.
“You’re not angry; are you, Nan?” he asked at last.
She shook her head.
“And—and—you’ll do it?”
“Do what?”