"When will that be?"
"Soon."
"How soon?"
"Don't ask so many questions. As soon as it is good for you, you impatient boy."
"I am impatient. I want to be up and out. I want to fly again over the harbor. Betty, all the lovely days are going, and I am lying here like a log."
Her heart seemed to stand still. She knew that he would never fly again. Anthony had told her that he might prepare her in part for the truth. But Justin must not know.
She spoke hurriedly. "I should hate to have you fly again—I should always be thinking of the time I saw you fall."
"It's the only thing I can do well, Betty."
"There are so many things that you can do—with me."
He smiled. "What could I do—with you?"