"Yes, in a day or two. Don't you think we'd better try to get some servants and open the house for the summer?"
She considered the matter:
"You know I've never been there since you went abroad, Jim. I believe we would find it delightful. Don't you?"
"I do, indeed."
"But—is it going to be all right—just you and I alone there? ... You know even when we considered each other as brother and sister there was a serious question about our living together unless an older woman were installed"—she laughed—"to keep us in order. It was silly, then, but—I don't know whether it's superfluous now."
"Would Helen come?"
"Like a shot! Of course that's the solution. We can have parties, too.... I wonder what is going to happen to us."
"What!"
"To you and me, Jim.... It's becoming such a custom—your arm around me this way; and that secret and deliciously uneasy thrill I feel when I come to you alone—and all my increasing load of guilt——"
"There's only one end to it, Steve."