"I shall be all right when I have kissed the kiddie," he said.
Miss Tranter sniffed and tossed her head.
"You're just a fool over that kiddie," she declared with emphasis,—"You make too much of him."
"How can I make too much of my all?" he asked.
Her face softened.
"Well, it's a pity you look at it in that way," she said. "You shouldn't set your heart on anything in this world."
"Why not?" he demanded. "Is God a friend that He should grudge us love?"
Her lips trembled a little, but she made no reply.
"What am I to set my heart on?" he continued—"If not on anything in this world, what have I got in the next?"
A faint tinge of colour warmed Miss Tranter's sallow cheeks.