“I thought it very lovely of him to be so sympathetic, for of course he knows. I have an idea papa tells him everything.”
“What else, Barbara? Can't you tell me all?”
“I told him about your book—and then we discussed books in general. He reads a great deal, so he told me.”
“Probably—Thoughts for a Christian on Losing his Hair—for I have observed he is getting bald.”
“How mean of you!”
“Oh, Barbara, what in heaven's name is going to happen if some one comes between us—some one who has money and all that's worth while?”
“You know there is something that no one can have but you.”
She leaned forward, holding out her hand for him to take. “I have given you so much love that you must have it all, or I shall keep it for you untouched forever.”
And Philip, looking into the face so close to his, saw that she meant the words she spoke. But beyond the words he seemed to see that a cloud could not rest long upon her. She was created for love and brightness, and in his heart he knew that they must be together soon or he would lose her.
“What is it, Philip?” she asked after a short silence. “What are you thinking?”