"Yes; it's got to come some time. Unless——"
"I know the unless. I don't say I'll never send for you to come back. I might."
"I'll never come back except with my freedom. And if you send for me it must be for good and all."
"I wish I could, Cary. I wish I were sure," she said wistfully. She jumped to her feet. "Tell me good-night," she commanded, holding out her arms. "And you're to come early to-morrow and take me for a long walk."
Overnight, luck, which had so befriended the lovers, turned against them. They returned from their morning's tramp, weary but elate with the vigour of strong sunshine and woodland air. Pat, her glorious eyes welling light, paused by the open library window.
"Is there anything in the world that we haven't talked to a finish to-day, Cary?" she demanded, laughing.
"Nothing, dearest."
"Yet to-morrow we'll have just as much to talk about as if we'd never spoken a word to each other. It's rather wonderful, isn't it? What makes us that way?"
"Companionship. The rarest thing in life or love."