'Hm! You certainly did it. You're not lacking courage, Henry.'
He said nothing to this. He didn't feel brave.
'Mildred was foolish. She shouldn't have let herself get so stirred up. She ought to have gone back.'
'How can you say that! Don't you see that she couldn't!'
'Yes, I saw that she couldn't. But it was a mistake.' Henry was up on his knees, now, digging sand and throwing it.
'It was love,' he said hotly—'real love.'
'It's a wreck,' said she.
'It can't be. If they love each other!'
'This town won't care how much they love each other. And there are other things. Money.'
'Bah! What's money!'