The tears started into his eyes as he strove in vain to speak.
“My dear old boy! It’s jolly to be together again, isn’t it? Come along. Take me out of this. We can’t talk here.”
Soon they were driving along through the brisk air, he seated opposite her so that he might see her the better.
“It was luck meeting Mr. West, wasn’t it? He’d been up for the night, and it was much nicer than traveling alone.”
“Bother West,” said Maddison. “He’s nothing. What about yourself? Tell me all about yourself.”
“All? All? Where shall I begin. From the moment you went off?”
“Till this minute! A few days ago! It seems years to me. It was all I could do to keep from rushing up to town to see you.”
“You know I missed you dreadfully,” she said, leaning forward and resting her hand on his knee. “It was just as bad for me as for you. But now we’re together, don’t let’s worry about what has been; I’ve come down to be happy, dear, to be happy.”
“Look here. We shall be out of the town soon. If you’re not tired, let’s get out and walk along the cliff. The fly can take the traps along. Shall we?”
“It’d be jolly. I’ve been sitting all the morning. What a lovely day! it was foggy and horrid in town.”