“To go back—there?” she cried.
He nodded. She went to stand in the circle of his arm.
“Max, when Larry goes, I go with him, if it is to-morrow,” she said—quietly, firmly.
No more was said about it at that time, but it was an issue that had to be faced very shortly. Two halcyon weeks followed for the lovers, and then for Larry a summons came. He brought the news to her one afternoon. When he came into the room she knew. She went into his arms with a little cry—
“Dearest, when?”
He held her close for a moment.
“I must sail on Saturday, belovedest.”
He felt the shiver that went through her, but she made no protest.
“I can be ready,” she said.