But she banished fear.

Nothing--_nothing_ should spoil their week together.
'Darling!' said her husband, who had been watching her--'You're not very tired ?' He slipped his hand round hers, and her fingers rested in his clasp, delighted to feel themselves so small, and his so strong.

He had spoken to her in the low voice that was hers alone.

She was jealous lest Bridget should have overheard it.

But Bridget was at the other end of the room.