"My! That was a night, Billikins!" she said.

And then the clouds came back upon her, overwhelming her.

"Oh, what is there to laugh at?
How could I laugh ?" He lifted the glass he held and drank from it, then offered it to her.
"Drink with me!" he said.
She took, not the glass, but his wrist, and drank with her eyes upon his face.
When she had finished she drew his arms about her, and lay against his shoulder with closed eyes for a space, saying no word.
At last, with a little murmuring sigh, she spoke.

"What is going to happen, Billikins ?" "God knows," he said.
But there was no note of dismay in his voice.

His hold was strong and steadfast.
She stirred a little.