"That was meant. I've realized
that since."
"I am not sure," she said. "If you hadn't been so miserable, I should
have told you the truth. You wouldn't have married me then."
"Yes, I should," he said.
She drew a little away to look into his face. "Dick, are you sure of
that?"
"I am quite sure," he said, and faintly smiled. "It's just because I am
sure, that I am with you now--instead of Saltash. It was his own test."
Her eyes met his unflinching. "Dick, you believe that Saltash and I are
just--friends?"
"I believe it," he said.
"And you are not angry with him?"
"No." He spoke with slight effort. "I am--grateful to him."
"But you don't like him?" she said.
He hesitated momentarily. "Do you?"
"Yes, of course." Her brows contracted a little. "I can't help it. I
always have," she said rather wistfully.
He bent abruptly and kissed them. "All right, darling. So do I," he said.
She smiled at him, clinging closely. "Dicky, that's the most generous
thing you ever did!"
"Oh, I can afford to be generous," he said, "now that I know your secrets
and you know mine. Will you tell me something else now, Juliet?"
"Yes, dear," she whispered.
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