“Well, I hope not—at my age.”
“Bensalem has been preparation for Dunellen, then,” she amended.
“What do you advise?”
“I do not advise a man when his mind is made up.”
“Bensalem has been good for us.”
“And we have not been so bad for Bensalem. Seven is the perfect number. We have been here seven years. What will Judith say?”
“I think I will go and see,” he said, rising.
“To-night? In the storm?”
“It will be the first storm I ever was afraid of.”
Left alone, Marion forgot her work. It was not only Dunellen. He would forget to ask Judith about Dunellen.