“It is all past, all over, gone into history, isn’t it, Elice?”
“Yes, it’s past, Mr. Roberts.”
“Not even ‘past, Darley,’ not even that—yet?”
The brown eyes dropped. They had fought their fight and won—for December the sixth.
“No. Not even that—yet,” she said.
CHAPTER II
ACQUAINTANCE
At the corner next beyond the Gleason home Darley Roberts caught the nine o’clock car, and remained on it until the end of the division, practically the extreme opposite edge of the town, was reached. He was the last passenger to leave, and as the motorman was reversing the trolley he paused a moment in the vestibule.