very well! She folded her hands behind her. 'We're leaving to-morrow,' she announced curtly. 'We're leaving early in the morning. I shan't see you again.'
'I shall see you in Boston,' he announced.
'Oh, no you won't,' she retorted gayly. There was always the mask of facetiousness to hide behind if necessary. 'You forget I have never given you my address.' And she made her eyes sparkle with assumed merriment.
'Don't be artificial now, please,' Roger frowned. 'There are always ways of finding addresses. Don't you want me to see you?'
She looked away from him, slipping off the mask. 'No! I think you'd better not,' she said.
'That isn't saying you don't want me to. Look at me, Sheilah.'
She obeyed. He held her eyes, uncovered now, bared and honest, very carefully, very gently, in his for a half-dozen heartbeats or so. Neither spoke but something definite seemed to happen. The space between them disappeared as if some invisible gossamer thread had been spun between their eyes and the chasm spanned.
'Sheilah, tell me,' Roger said afterward. 'I want to know. I must know. Are you happy?'
'Why, of course,' she quavered, 'of course I'm happy. It's a woman's job to be happy, isn't it?'
