"Of what?"

"Of a dozen things you do not understand, and
cannot until you encounter them," he replied, smoothing
her hand tenderly.

"Yes, but it cannot be helped. There is no one
to go with us." This came with some positiveness,
yet with a note of impatience in her voice.

"Yes, there is," he answered gently.

"Who?" she asked slowly, withdrawing her hand
from his caress, an undefined fear rising in her
mind.

"Me. I will go with you."

Jane looked at him with widening eyes. She
knew now. She had caught his meaning in the tones
of his voice before he had expressed it, and had tried
to think of some way to ward off what she saw was
coming, but she was swept helplessly on.

"Let us go together, Jane," he burst out, drawing
closer to her. All reserve was gone. The words
which had pressed so long for utterance could no
longer be held back. "I cannot live here alone without
you. You know it, and have always known it.
I love you so--don't let us live apart any more. If