"We won't speak of them again, ever," she said in a low voice.
"Right, as always," he rejoined gaily.
She still stood looking at him out of grave and beautiful eyes, which seemed strangely shy and tender to him. Then, slowly shaking her head she said, half to herself:
"I have much to answer for—more than you must ever know. But I shall answer for it; never fear."
"What are you murmuring there all by yourself, Jacqueline?" he said smilingly; and ventured to take her gloved hand into his. She, too, smiled, faintly, and stood silent, pretty head bent, absorbed in her own thoughts.
A moment later a clerk tapped and announced their car. She looked up at her husband, and the confused colour in her face responded to the quick pressure of his hands.
"Are you quite ready to go?" he asked.
"Yes—ready always—to go where—you lead."
Her flushed face reflected the emotion in his as they went out together into the last rays of the setting sun.