"Happy?" asked Jimmy in a whisper.
Christine nodded.
"Quite—quite happy," she told him.
Presently:
"Jimmy, you won't—you won't be horrid to—to Mr. Kettering, will you?
He was kind to me—he was very kind to me when—when I was so unhappy."
"Were you very unhappy, my sweet?"
"Dreadfully."
"I'm sorry, darling—so sorry. I can't tell you."
Christine kissed him.
"You won't ever be unkind again, Jimmy?"