Eve was of the town!
The weeks which followed were rare ones. Anne went forth joyous in the morning, and came home joyous at night. She saw Richard daily; now on the road, again in the schoolhouse, less often, but most satisfyingly, by the fire at Bower's.
Geoffrey, noting jealously these evenings that the young doctor spent in the long front room, at last spoke his mind.
"What makes you look like that?" he demanded, as having watched Richard safely out of the way from an upper window, he came down to find Anne gazing dreamily into the coals.
"Like what?"
"Oh, a sort of seventh-heaven look."
"I don't know what you mean."
"You won't admit that you know what I mean."
She rose.