‘Ay—if it might be, Philip,’ she said with a bright smile—a hint of tears in its brightness, for she had followed his vision of the future with tender sympathy throughout.
‘Will you try to make it what I have so often dreamed it may be, should be—must be?’
‘I will try.’
His arm was round her waist: they were sheltered by the apple-trees and the great hedge: he kissed her.
‘Then that’s all right,’ was his glad comment; ‘and now I am going to hunt for Uncle Dick, and have it out with him for playing such a wicked joke upon us. I won’t say good-bye, for I shall be coming back with him. I don’t think I shall say good-bye until—— Why are you so troubled about this trip, Madge? It is really nothing more than a trip, and there is still time enough to give it up altogether.’
‘You are not to speak of that again,’ she replied with playful reproach. ‘It was your mother’s wish.’
‘So be it. But here is a new idea!’
‘Are you sure it is new?’
‘Quite. Suppose we pay that visit to the church before I start, and then we could travel together? That would be capital.’
She shook her head.