“I can't help feeling that you're my friend.”
“I am,” I cried, in the exultation of my promotion to the role of Deputy Providence. “I am indeed. And a most devoted one.”
“Will you let me think over what you've said for a day or two—and then come for an answer?”
“Willingly,” said I.
“And you won't——?”
“What?”
“No. I know you won't.”
“Tell Dale?” I said, guessing. “No, of course not.”
She rose and put out both her hands to me in a very noble gesture. I took them and kissed one of them.
She looked at me with parted lips.