"But—I've a date. I'll break it, though."
"With whom?"
"Gail and a couple of boys—kids."
"Does your mother know?"
"I'd tell her about Gail, but that's all. We go for ice cream—then meet the boys and take a walk."
"Bessy, you're not going to do that sort of thing any more."
Lane bent over her, took her hands. She instinctively rebelled, then slowly yielded.
"That's part of our bargain?" she asked.
"Yes, it certainly is."
"Then I won't ever again."