Then suddenly something in the idea of Granville tickled him.
"Whether is it," he inquired, "that the drawing-room suite is too large for Granville? Or that Granville is too small for the drawing-room suite?"
"It's too small for anything. And I think you might have waited."
"Waited?"
"Yes. Why shouldn't we have gone on as we were?"
He couldn't criticize her in a moment that was still so blessed; otherwise it might have struck him that Granville was certainly too small for Violet's voice.
But it struck Ranny's mother as she heard it from the bedroom overhead, where she labored, spreading with her own hands the sheets for her son's marriage bed.
"Why shouldn't we?" Violet's voice insisted.
"Because we couldn't."
He drew her to him. Her eyes closed and their faces met, flame to flame.