"If," she said with extreme slowness, "if he told you he was going away, that must have been last night."
I was dumb. I saw her effort to close her inner eyes on the light that broke on them, lest a wonder on a wonder should prove more than she could bear.
"That was last night!" the triumphant words rang out.
I suppose there is no such thing as one half of a miracle without the other——
"That was last night, and there hadn't been a this morning then, and he hadn't seen me when I was buying my bathing-cap, and if he said he was going away he's changed his mind and he isn't going away at all! Neither of us is going away! Oh-h-h!" (That "Oh" echoes in my heart still.) "He isn't even thinking of going now! Because we both know now—we knew in the shop—and he loves me too!"
Just to see one another—just to speak to one another—that was all they asked of me.