"We must sleep. The verdict in advance—yes, I see. But Adelaide might make a mistake."
"She really has a flair."
"I know. Oh, Claudie, the verdict!"
They were now in their bedroom. Charmian sighed and put her arms round his neck.
"The verdict!" she breathed against his cheek softly.
He felt moisture on his cheek. She had pressed wet eyes against it.
"Charmian, what is it? Why—"
"Hush! Just put your arms round me for a minute—yes, like that! Claudie, I want you to win, I want you to win. Oh, not altogether selfishly! I—I am an egoist, I suppose. I do care for my husband to be a success. But there's more than that. Yes, yes, there is!"
She held him, with passion, and suddenly kissed his eyes. She was crying quite openly now, but not unhappily.