“I was thinking of that,” she said, pointing to the house.
“Yes.”
“Can you leave it all for me?”
“Why not?” he asked, with no wavering of his words.
“It is your home.”
“And will be yours.”
“Ah—”
“Some day, when the clouds are gone. We are young yet; we can take our home with us in our hearts.”
She looked at him very dearly, yet with some sadness in her eyes.
“I am wondering,” she said.