for the interview to end. She thought she knew what Dick would ask,
and what David would answer. And, in a way, David would be right.
Dick, fine, lovable, upstanding Dick, had a right to the things other
men had, to love and a home of his own, to children, to his own full
life.

But suppose Dick insisted on clearing everything up before he
married? For to Lucy it was unthinkable that any girl in her senses
would refuse him. Suppose he went back to Norada? He had not
changed greatly in ten years. He had been well known there, a
conspicuous figure.

Her mind began to turn on the possibility of keeping him away from
Norada.

Some time later she heard the office door open and then close with
Dick's characteristic slam. He came up the stairs, two at a time
as was his custom, and knocked at her door. When he came in she
saw what David's answer had been, and she closed her eyes for an
instant.

"Put on your things," he said gayly, "and we'll take a ride on the
hill-tops. I've arranged for a moon."

And when she hesitated:

"It makes you sleep, you know. I'm going, if I have to ride alone
and talk to an imaginary lady beside me."

She rather imagined that that had been his first idea,