The sound of carriage wheels crunching along the gravel drive floated down and brought them back with a start to the consideration of actualities. They both sat silently wondering for a moment.
"What about Mrs. Gilson?" suggested Madge.
"Might as well," replied Harry.
"All right. You'll have to do it, though."
"Very well, then. Come along."
They rose and stood for a moment among the scattered chairs, both thinking of their absurd meeting on that spot this very afternoon, and then turned and started slowly up toward the house. When they had nearly reached the verandah steps Harry stopped and turned toward Madge.
"Well, the whole world is changed for us two, isn't it?"
"It is."
"Nothing will ever be quite the same again, but always better, somehow. Even indifferent things. And nothing can ever spoil this one evening?"