She raised herself on his lap, her hands on his shoulders, looking deep into his unseeing eyes, realizing that he would never comprehend her otherwise. All at once she felt a fierce resolve to defend that illusion.
"Garry," she said tensely, "that's what you want me to be, isn't it—just a child!"
"Dodo could never be anything else!" he said joyfully, oblivious of the recording hand of fate, writing on the woman's heart.
"Then that's what I shall always be," she said softly. She relaxed, cuddling her head against his shoulder, repeating in a tired whisper—"Just a child!"
The rest can be written in a sentence.
She became a conventional member of society,—rather extreme in her conservatism.
THE END
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