And then she laughed and kissed him. He was saying her name in the very hush of contemplation; so real that the name was all....
6
The Pullman conductor passing through after Trenton gave Morning further passage, and moved on with a smile. A wonderful old darkey was the porter, very huge, past seventy, with a voice purringly kind, and the genial deference of the Old South. Morning was thinking there couldn’t be better hands in which to leave the Betty Berry.... Fifteen minutes at Philadelphia; they hurried out for a cup of coffee. As one of the big station clocks marked the minutes, Morning felt havoc with a new and different force.
“I can’t go back now,” he said.
“You look so tired—the long night journey back——” she faltered.
“Would you like to have me go farther—to Wilmington—to Baltimore?”
“Oh, yes.”
“And you won’t mind staying up?”
Betty Berry covered her eyes.... “I never rested in quite the same way as to-night,” she said. “It has been happy—so happy, unexpected. I shall have nine days at sea to think of it—to play and think of it, moment by moment.”
“I’ll go with you clear through to the ship then.”