He knew now
that it had always been Delight, always. Only she had been too
good for him. She had set a standard he had not hoped to reach.
But now things were different. He hadn't amounted to much in other
things, but he was a soldier now. He meant to be a mighty good
soldier. And when he got his commission -
"You won't mind, then, if I come in to see you now and then?"
"Mind? Why, Graham!"
"And you don't think I'm quite hopeless, do you?"
There were tears in her eyes, but she answered bravely:
"I believe in you every minute. But then I think I always have."
"Like fun you have!" But although he laughed, it was a shaky laugh.
Suddenly he stood up and shook himself. He felt young and strong
and extremely happy. There had been a bad time, but it was behind
him now. Ahead there lay high adventure, and here, beside him in
the dusk, was the girl of his heart. She believed in him. Work to
do and a woman who believed in a fellow - that was life.
"Aren't you cold?" he asked, and drew the gaudy sweater tenderly
around her shoulders.
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