This reminded him of something: “Those people on the pier seemed to have plenty of luxuries in their trunks. I was rather astonished.”
“But aren’t we supposed to buy things? Isn’t that the trouble?”
“The trouble is——” he said, and again stopped himself.
He was so handsome and his face was so kind, and his voice, with Southern gentlenesses still lingering in it! Never, in the year of their engagement, had Sara seen him show a worry or care. Four months ago she had left a successful young Wall Street man, self-made, sturdy and cynical, who had happened through the first market collapses with no enormous losses and with his confidence unimpaired. Tomorrow she must find out exactly what had made the difference.
Tomorrow was Sunday, and Charlie called for her and took her to his apartment,
