So far she had held her son’s confidence. She must do nothing to disturb it. Yet, as she looked at him with the amused smile still edging her lips, she began for the first time in her life to be afraid.
They kissed each other in silence.
In the limousine, seated beside her husband, she said presently: “I wish Jim would marry Elorn Sharrow.”
“He’s likely to some day, isn’t he?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Well, there’s no hurry,” remarked her husband. “He ought not to marry anybody until he’s thirty, and he’s only twenty-four. I’m glad enough to have him remain at home with us.”
“But that’s what worries me; he doesn’t!”
“Doesn’t what?”