He came and took her hands in his, and gently touched her cheek with his lips. She stared at him dumbly.
“It’s all right, sweetheart,” he whispered. “It’s all right.” And she closed her eyes, and it seemed as if to breathe was all she could do.
“Come, dearest,” he said. “Let us go out.”
And half in a daze she put on her hat and coat, and they went out on the street. He took her arm to steady her.
“Well?” she asked.
“It’s all right, dearest,” he said.
“You got my letter?”
“Yes, I got it. And it was a wonderful letter. It couldn’t have been better.”
“Ah!”
“And there’s no more to be said. There’s no refusing such a challenge. You shall come with me.”