Lois stood breathless.

She put her hands up to her head, as though to quiet the confusion of her thoughts.

What did it mean?
Was it only to let her see that he still loved her?
Was he coming again?
When Helen, remembering her duties, came into the parlor, it was deserted, and Lois was facing her misery and fright in her own room, while Dick Forsythe, raging homeward through the rain, was saying to himself, "I've put an end to your prospects! She'll wait for me, if it is six years.

It is just as well she doesn't know I'm going abroad.

I'll tell mother not to mention it.