"Just as soon as ever I can manage it, dear. You may depend upon that. And now I must go. I'm disgracefully late, even now."
She hastily rearranged her hair, which, strangely enough, was much disordered, and she put on her hat. Then she stood before him.
"Now, don't you be troubled about your father, Sally, or about Charlie, or anything. We will take care of those troubles together."
"As if you hadn't always tried to take those troubles off my shoulders!" She raised her radiant eyes to his. "If this is what you meant by 'paying in kind,' you shall be paid, Fox. Oh, you shall be paid. And, dear, nothing troubles me now. Do you understand? Nothing. Now I must run. Don't come with me. People couldn't help noticing something. Good night."
Once more she kissed him, and she was gone, walking buoyantly and turning more than once to wave to him. Fox's eyes were wet as he watched her.
"Bless you, Sally! God go with you!"
God go with you, Sally!