"In a year or two," he explains, "the ranch will almost run itself and be making big money—with the right rate on lemons and the tariff as it is. Then we can do almost anything we please—live any place you like."
A pause here. So far it is wholly satisfactory, Milly is thinking, and she wonders what more she wants. Then,—
"Milly?"
She looks at him with kind eyes.
"You won't make me wait—much longer?"
Milly slowly shakes her head, acceptingly.
"God, how I have longed for you!"
"Silly man!"
But she is pleased. She is thinking,—
"I'm doing it for Virginia. It's her only chance—I must do it."