Dion acknowledged that it had.
“I was half frightened at the thought of the change which was coming,” he said. “We were so very happy as we were, you see.”
The Canon’s intense gray eyes shot a glance at him, which he felt rather than saw, in the evening twilight.
“I hope you’ll be even happier now.”
“It will be a different sort of happiness now.”
“I think children bind people together more often than not. There are cases when it’s not so, but I don’t think yours is likely to be one of them.”
“Oh, no.”
“Is it a good-looking baby?”
“No, really it’s not. Even Rosamund thinks that. D’you know, so far she’s marvelously reasonable in her love.”
“That’s splendid,” said Canon Wilton, with a strong ring in his voice. “An unreasonable love is generally a love with something rotten at its roots.”