Christine tried to thank him; she wished he were not going to leave them; she had not wanted him to come with them in the first place, but now she was conscious only of a desire to keep him there. Her heart pounded in her throat as he turned away; she looked apprehensively at Jimmy—her husband now.
He was looking very smart, she thought with a little thrill of pride; she was sure he was quite the best-looking man she had ever seen. He was talking to Sangster, but she could not hear what either of them was saying.
"Be good to her, Jimmy . . . she's such a child."
That was what Sangster was saying; and Jimmy—well, Jimmy flushed uncomfortably as he answered with a sort of bravado:
"Don't be a silly old ass! Do you think I'm going to beat her?"
Then it was all over, and Christine and Jimmy were driving away together.
Jimmy looked at her with a nervous smile.
"Well—we're married," he said eloquently.
"Yes." She raised her beautiful eyes to his face; her heart was throbbing happily. Unconsciously she made a little movement towards him.
Jimmy put out his hand and let down the window with a run.