As Enid drew on her gloves she told him that it had been a great help to talk to him, and that he always seemed to give her what she needed. Claude wondered what it was. He hadn’t seen Weldon do anything but retreat before her eager questions. He, an “atheist,” could have given her stronger reinforcement.
Claude’s car stood under the maple trees in front of Mrs. Gleason’s house. Before they got into it, he called Enid’s attention to a mass of thunderheads in the west.
“That looks to me like a storm. It might be a wise thing to stay at the hotel tonight.”
“Oh, no! I don’t want to do that. I haven’t come prepared.”
He reminded her that it wouldn’t be impossible to buy whatever she might need for the night.
“I don’t like to stay in a strange place without my own things,” she said decided
