"Yes—if I could be happy anywhere."
"What makes you unhappy? My wife must not hide her heart from me."
"Yes, but I am not that yet," said Eleanor with spirit, rousing up to assert herself.
He laughed and kissed her. "How long first, Eleanor?"
"I am sure I don't know. Very long."
"What is very long?"
"I do not know. A year or two at least."
"Do you suppose I will agree to that?"
Eleanor knew he would not; and further saw a quiet purpose in his face. She was sure he had fixed upon the time, if not the day. She felt those cobweb bands all around her. Here she was, almost in bridal attire, at his side already. She made no answer.
"Divide by twelve, and get a quotient, Eleanor."