"GOING to chapel to-day?" David asked Alice, when they came out.
"No, thanks. I think I'll go right home."
He walked to the car line with her alone, except that other couples were a few steps ahead of them and still others were behind. They talked to each other as usual but each was conscious of an effort to do so. They waited, silently, for a car and when it stopped Dave held Alice back after others got aboard. "Wait for the next car," he begged.
"Why?" she asked but she stepped away with him.
"Alice, you're feeling bad about something."
"I'm not . . . I mean, if I am, so are you."
"I'm not," he denied.
The car had gone on, having taken everybody else from the corner.
"We're stupid standing here, David," she said; then, "Davey." Her eyes blurred.
He seized her arm. "Let's walk. After last night, we shouldn't ever have trouble."
"No, we shouldn't."
"What have I done, Alice?"
She did not answer.
"What have I done?" he repeated; then he appealed: "I wish I could talk to you. I wish we could
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