"Yes. It's funny. You know Mr. Whaley didn't care anything about it before—while it was very little. But now he thinks it's wonderful. I'm so glad he does."
She was beginning to get hold of herself, to emerge from the emotional crisis into which this meeting had plunged her. It had come to her consciousness that he was as perturbed as she, and a discovery of this nature always brings a woman composure.
"He treats his wife a lot better too."
"There was room for it," he said dryly.
"She's a nice little thing."
"Yes."
Conversation, which had been momentarily brisk, threatened to die out for lack of fuel. Anything was better than significant silences in which she could almost hear the hammering of her heart.
"Win Beresford told me about the offer you had to go into the
Mounted," she said, plunging.
"Yes?"
"Will you accept?"