And then stronger than before the voice said, "Yes, Neal, it is I—I have come back!"
"Oh, Jeanette—Jeanette," he cried.
But she stopped him with, "We must not talk any more—now, don't you know—but I had to tell you that I had come back, Neal." And then she said, "Good night." So there they stood, the only two people in the universe, reunited lovers, each with the voice of the other sounding in his ears. For Mr. Dolan was right. There are only two people in the world, and for these two lovers earth and the stars and the systems of suns that make up this universe were only background for the play of their happiness.
As Neal Ward came back to John Barclay from the telephone, the young man's face was burning with joy.
"Who was it?" asked Barclay.
The youth smiled bashfully as he said, "Well, it was Jeanette—she was calling up another number and I cut in."
"What did she say?" asked her father.
"Oh, nothing—in particular," replied Neal.
Barclay looked up quickly, caught the young man's abashed smile, and asked, "Does she know you're here?"
"No, she thinks I'm at the office."