For the first time since the war,
Labour seems wholly and entirely, passionately almost, in earnest.
Every one of those delegates went back full of enthusiasm, and
with every one of them, Julian, before he has finished, is going
to make a little tour in his own district."
"And after to-morrow," the Bishop remarked with a smile, "I
suppose he will not be alone."
She pressed his arm.
"It is very wonderful to think about," she said quietly. "I am
going to try and be Julian's secretary--whilst we are away, at
any rate."
"It isn't often," the Bishop reflected, "that I have the chance of
a few minutes' quiet conversation, on the day before her wedding,
with the woman whom I am going to marry to the man I think most of
on earth."
"Give me some good advice," she begged.
The Bishop shook his head.
"You don't need it," he said. "A wife who loves her husband needs
very few words of admonition. There are marriages so often in
which one can see the rocks ahead that one opens one's
prayer-book, even, with a little tremor of fear. But with you and
Julian it is different."
"There is nothing that a woman can do for the man whom she loves,"
she declared softly, "which I shall not try to do for Julian."
They paced up and down for a few moments in silence. The Bishop's
step was almost buoyant. He seemed to have lost all that weary
load of anxiety which had weighed him down during the last few
months. Catherine, too, in her becoming grey furs, her face
flushed with excitement, had the air of one who has thrown all
anxiety to the winds.
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