Jennings retreated with a chuckle of delight. Indiana threw her arms about her old playmate's neck, and was on the point of kissing him, but drew suddenly back at the recollection that he had been her lover as well as her comrade.
"I'll bet you forgot, for the moment, you were married—now didn't you?"
Indiana nodded. Tears were not very far from her eyes. He pressed her hands, looking into her face. He felt both pain and joy—pain that she was another's, and joy at beholding her in the flesh once more, no matter under what circumstances.
"So you were the surprise," said Indiana, a little shyly. He looked so manly, so strikingly tall and handsome, as he stood there in his evening clothes. His dark eyes gazed at her in an unmistakably tender fashion. "Just as though I were not married at all," thought Indiana, with a sudden uprising of wifely virtue.
"I was the surprise," answered Glen, releasing her hands slowly.
"I was just trying to sleep, and, thinking of the old days when we played tag together and—"
"Yes," said Glen, eagerly.
"Oh, never mind," answered Indiana, brushing the tears from her eyes.
"The old days," repeated Glen, staring into the fire.
"They seem so far away, and it's only a few months, Glen. So much has happened—I suppose that's the reason."