"No, but I soon saw what was passing through your mind, Will. You
wanted to make quite sure that there would be nothing to cause talk. I
don't myself believe people would have really noticed if I had been
the only one. But, of course, as I am one of several, it stands to
reason nobody can say anything nasty."
Still he did not answer.
"Will, you'll let me take the money, won't you?"
"I don't know. I must think."
"Yes, dear, but you'll think sensibly, won't you? Think of the use--to
both of us. If it's mine in name, I count it all as yours every bit as
much as mine."
"That's enough now. Don't go on talking about it."
"All right. Are you going to stop at Mr. Bates'?"
"No."
"He was very pressing."
"I've no spirit to tell him--or any one else--what we've heard over
there."
"Will," and she drew close to him, nestling against him as much as she
could venture to do without causing him difficulty in driving, "you
said we were to look forward, not back. Don't get thinking of the
past. What's done is done--and it _must_ be right to be happy if we
can."
"Ah," and he gave a snort, "that's what the heathens used to say. I
thought you were a Christian."
"So I am, Will. Christ preached mercy--yes, and happiness too.
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