"I got through to-day," he said.
"Good! Good!"
She nodded toward the study.
"Then you have made him very happy."
"I always want to," George said. "That's a worthy ambition, isn't it?"
She looked at him gropingly, as if she almost caught his allusion.
IX
As George let himself out of the gate a closed automobile turned the corner and drew up at the curb. The driver sprang down and opened the door. Betty Alston's white-clad figure emerged and crossed the sidewalk while George pulled off his cap and held the gate open for her. He suffered an ugly suspense. What would she say? Would she speak to him at all? Phrases that Sylvia might have used to her flashed through his mind; then he saw her smile as usual. She held out her hand. The warmth of her fingers seemed to reach his mind, making it less unyielding. The fancy put him on his guard.
"I know you passed," she said.
He walked with her across the narrow yard to the porch.