His mind
was too much occupied with Delight Hathaway and the wonder of their
love for him to think to any great extent of himself. The romance
still remained a secret between them, for so vehement had been the
turmoil into which Zenas Henry had been thrown by the tidings of the
girl's past history that it seemed unwise to follow blow with blow and
acquaint him just at present with the news of the lovers' engagement.
Moreover, there was Cynthia Galbraith to consider. Robert Morton was
too chivalrous to be brutal to any woman, much less an old friend like
Cynthia.
Hence he and Delight moved in a dream, the full beauty of which they
alone sensed. Their secret was all the more delicious for being a
secret, and with all life before them they agreed they could afford to
wait. Nevertheless concealment was at variance with the character of
either, and although they derived a certain exhilaration from their
clandestine happiness they longed for the time when their path should
lie entirely in the open, when Zenas Henry's consent should be
obtained, and their betrothal acknowledged before all the world.
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