“What is it?” she asked.
“To-morrow the work at the bank begins,” he replied, “and I must go there.”
“Well,” she said, “are you not glad of it? It is an honorable occupation.”
He gave her a puzzled, sorrowful look that brought a peal of merry laughter.
“Is it so bad as that?” she asked.
“When I go to the bank I cannot come here,” he said gravely. “Then when shall I see you?”
At once her own face fell. “You are here now,” she said, “and that was enough. I did not think of to-morrow.”
“Not merely to-morrow,” he rejoined, “but all the days after that.”
“Two,” she answered lightly; “there will be always two in seven. We can thank the new ways that have brought us Saturday and Sunday.”