(There! He had known it.
She was not going.)
"_Would_ you still care to be my 'trail guide' in the Yosemite Valley?"
"Would I care?" echoed Nick.
"Then we'll go. I'll give up the McCloud River. I'll telephone Mrs.
Harland--she's in San Francisco till day after to-morrow. I'll find an
excuse--I haven't had time to think it out yet. But I don't care _what_
happens, I won't change again! I'm going to the Yosemite if you'll take
me."
He looked at her searchingly. "Because you're kind-hearted, and afraid
you've hurt me----"
"No--no! _Because I want to go!_"
Women are strange, and hard to understand, when they are worth taking the
trouble to understand; and even then they cannot understand themselves.
XIX
THE CITY OF ROMANCE
Angela was ridiculously happy next morning. She had no regrets. Nick had
stayed to dinner after all, and they had made plans. There was nothing in
this, really, she reminded herself, laughing five times an hour; nothing
at all. But it was about as wild and exciting as if--as if it were an
elopement: to have given up everything she had almost decided upon, and to
be going to the Yosemite Valley--with Nick, whom she had intended gently
to put in his place--at a distance from hers.
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