“That's more like it. How lovely you are, Sidney!” He lifted first one hand and then the other to his lips. “Are you ever going to forgive me?”
“If you mean about Carlotta, I forgave that long ago.”
He was almost boyishly relieved. What a wonder she was! So lovely, and so sane. Many a woman would have held that over him for years—not that he had done anything really wrong on that nightmare excursion. But so many women are exigent about promises.
“When are you going to marry me?”
“We needn't discuss that to-night, Max.”
“I want you so very much. I don't want to wait, dear. Let me tell Ed that you will marry me soon. Then, when I go away, I'll take you with me.”
“Can't we talk things over when you are stronger?”
Her tone caught his attention, and turned him a little white. He faced her to the window, so that the light fell full on her.
“What things? What do you mean?”
He had forced her hand. She had meant to wait; but, with his keen eyes on her, she could not dissemble.