"Yes; he will go—unless——"
"It will be that way, Strelsa."
"I had never thought of that."
"Think of it as the truth. It will be so unless you love him in his own fashion—and for his own sake. Try—if you care for him enough to try.... And if you do, you will love him for your own sake, too."
"I—I had thought of—of giving myself—for his sake—because he wishes it.... I don't believe I'll be—much afraid—of him. Do you?"
Molly's wise sweet eyes sparkled with silent laughter. Then without another glance at the tall, young girl before her she picked up her sewing, drew the needle from the hem, and smoothed out the lace embroidery on her knees.
After a while she said:
"Jim's returning on the noon train. Will you and Rix be here to luncheon?"
"I don't know."