Molly," he said at last
gently, looking past me out of the window into the garden. "I was coming
over just as soon as I got back from this call to talk with you about
it, even if it did seem to intrude Bill's and my affairs into a day
that--that ought to be all yours to be--be happy in. But Bill, you see,
is no respecter of--of other people's happy days if he wants them in
his."
"Billy's happy days are mine and mine are his and he has the heart not
to leave me out even if you would have him!" I exclaimed, a sob
gathering in my heart at the thought that my little lover hadn't even
taken in a situation that would separate him from me across an ocean.
"Bill is too young to understand when he is--is being bereaved, Molly,"
he said and still he didn't look at me. "I have been appointed a
delegate to represent the State Medical Association at the Centennial
Congress in London the middle of next month--and somehow I--feel a bit
pulled lately and I thought I would take the little chap and have--have
a _wander-jahr._ You won't need him now, Mrs. Peaches, and I
couldn't go without him, could I?" The sadness in his voice would have
killed me if I hadn't let it madden me instead.
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