"You'll see," he answered and they walked on.
They sat on her porch for an hour and talked of other things. They did
not hear the bells in the library tower as they rang out quarters,
halves, three-quarters of the hour.
In her room, after he had gone, her eyes chanced to fall upon his
picture fixed with many others on a tennis-net ingeniously draped
between two windows, and she said to the picture:
"You're a great, tall, awkward, foolish old dear! There...."
But Bunny, in the solitude of his own alcove, lay awake half the night
floundering in that tossing sea of doubt.
With the morning however, came resolve.
"What's the use," he muttered as he lathered his chin before the little
square mirror tilted against the window at the height of his eyes.