I'll come back from the train very sad," he told her.
"Thank you _very_ much," she said happily. "I thought I was
going to have to confess to every one and go back to Grandmother.
I'm very glad I needn't."
"You poor kiddie!" he said, as he had said the first time he met
her. "Well, on this particular point all you have to do is remember
what Beatrice Fairfax says, 'Never explain and never confess, and
you'll be respected and admired by all.'"
"It sounds like getting admiration and respect under false
pretenses," Joy answered doubtfully. But she dimpled as she said it
and looked up sideways at John under her black eyelashes.
The effect was so unexpected and pretty that it set John wondering
why she didn't do it oftener. Suddenly a probable reason dawned on
him. When John Hewitt discovered anything wrong it was his prompt
habit to right it, and he did so now.
"See here, child, I can't have you being afraid of me," he said
peremptorily. "When I told you I was a trial fiance, I didn't mean
that I was to be less of a fiance than a trial. If we're going to be
theoretically engaged for a month, we'll have to be friends, at
least, and friends trust each other, and know they can ask each
other to do anything they want. They know, too, that they never need
be afraid of either being angry at the other."
"Then I'm to take it for granted that you feel as friendly toward me
as I do toward you?" she asked.
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