“I have to read the papers somewhere. Why not in the train?”
“Three hours or more! It’s impossible. If only Welsley were nearer London! But, then, it wouldn’t be Welsley.”
“Now I know you’ll go I can’t take you away.”
“Did you—what did you think I should do?”
“How could I tell?”
He sat down and took her hands.
“Rose, you’ve made this the happiest day of my life.”
“Do you mean because——?”
She stopped. Her face became very grave, almost severe. She looked at him, but he felt that she was really looking inward upon herself. When at last he let go her hands she said:
“Dion, you are very different from what you were when you went to the war. If I seem different, too, it’s because of that, I think.”