Hers was too fine and steadfast a nature to quail at the first obstacle that rose to impede her highway of happiness.

"Loyalheart" she had been christened and "Loyalheart" she would remain to the end of her days.
"When must you go, Tom ?" she questioned at last.

Both had thus far been sedulously side-stepping direct reference to their moment of parting.
"I ought to go this afternoon." Tom's voice registered his hearty regret as he made this response.

"I can wait until to-morrow if _you_ say so, Grace.

I'd rather you'd decide it.