“Oh, it’s just marvelous!” cried Grace. “You and John are bound to reach the high places. You’ve got just the qualities John needs to help him get on. When he goes into politics after while you’ll be a big asset.”
“I think I might like a few years in Washington,” Irene replied meditatively. “I’ve already joined up with a woman’s political club to learn how to fool ’em all the time!”
“Isn’t that just like you!”
“But, Grace——”
“Yes; Irene.”
“I love John.” Irene’s eyes filled with tears. “I’ve talked so much foolish nonsense to you about men, and you must have thought me hard and sordid. I wouldn’t want you to think I married John just to escape from myself. He’s the grandest man in the world, and I’d die before I’d injure him, or cause him a second’s heartache. You do believe that, don’t you?”
“Yes; and it’s dear and beautiful. I’m so glad for both of you! I hope—I know, you will be happy!”
A few days later Grace met John in the street and he turned and walked with her a little way.
“I guess Irene’s told you? Well, I want to tell you, too!” he said with his broadest smile.
“Well, I didn’t need to be told, John! I saw it coming. And I congratulate you both with all my heart.”