He had been waiting for her! Norah’s heart gave a bound of gladness.
“But you never wrote to me,” she said reproachfully.
“You didn’t write to me and I didn’t know your address.”
That was really why he hadn’t written! How strange she had never thought of that.
“And ye would write?”
“Certainly, Norah,” he said. He had not let her hand go, now he imprisoned the other. How coarse they were and hard from her season’s work! The hands of the Glasgow girl.... But he felt that he was doing something wrong in comparing the two women at that moment.
“Do you mind the last night you were here?”
“I have often been thinkin’ of that night,” said Norah.
“Are you going to run away from me to-night?”
“No.”