"Well, we'll let them." Hagar laughed, a musical, sweet laugh. "Thomson is in London with Mr. Greer. Dear old Thomson! I think he'll have to come."
"Couldn't we have," said Fay, "a month in some old, green, still, English country place?"
"With roses to the eaves and a sunken lane to wander in and at night a cricket chirping on the hearth.... We'll try."
"And in October sail for home."
"And in October sail for home."
She looked at him with eyes that smiled and yet were grave. "You're aware that you're marrying a working-woman, who intends to continue to work?"
"I'm aware."
Her candid eyes continued to meet his. "I wish a child. While it needs me and when it needs me, I shall be there."
His hand closed over hers. "Is it as though I did not know that—"
She kissed him on the lips. "And you're aware that I shall work on through life for the fairer social order? And that, generally speaking, the Woman Movement has me for keeps?"