"Yes—something certainly has happened."
She blushed a little at his tone. Young men usually proposed to her the first time they saw her. Why shouldn't she blush—a little?
"Something very fine," Minot went on. "And I am surely very grateful to fate—"
"Would you mind looking at your watch—please?"
"Certainly. A quarter after twelve. As I was saying—"
"Do you think we can make it?"
"I am sure of it"
"You see, it is so very important. I want so very much to be there by one o'clock."
"And I want you to."
"I wonder—if you really knew—"
"Knew what?"
"Nothing. I wish you would, please—but you just did look at your watch, didn't you?"
They rattled on down that road that was so sandy, so uninteresting, so lonely, with only a garage advertisement here and there to suggest a world outside. Suddenly the driver ventured a word over his shoulder.
