“Yes—always. There will never be any one else for me but you,—not if I live a thousand years.”
She put her arms about his neck and kissed him,—a kiss without passion, on forehead and lips.
“You don’t care less for me,—now?” she asked, and pressed her face close to his.
“Grace!” he cried, catching her wrists and looking into her eyes. “You wouldn’t think that of me! I’d be a beast——”
She laid her hand over his lips.
“Forgive me, dear,” she whispered. “If I didn’t trust you I couldn’t love you; and I just,—I thought——”
“Dearest little girl!”
IV
The sun came out of the mists as they set off for town with the snow flung up by the rear wheels of the car whirling behind in a miniature storm.
“You’re not afraid of a little speed?”