‘It must, but it’s so easy to spoil—that’s what frightens me. You wouldn’t think it could, only you see so many others who do—who have.’
‘It couldn’t be with us.’
‘I think everybody says that at first. You won’t let me spoil it, will you?’
‘I was going to ask you that.’
‘But you are so firm. You must always be like that. Why, it’s all because you were so firm that first night.’
The day was passing fast as a theater scene, but in the last moments of Nogales, he kept thinking of the seventy miles back to Tucson. At least, they had that much left to-day.
‘Won’t you drive back?’ she said at last.
‘Not unless you’re tired?’
‘Oh, no, I don’t think about it.’
‘Then you—’