Читать книгу Wish with the Candles - Betty Neels, Бетти Нилс - Страница 2

“Yes, but only twice, and one was a middle-aged widower.”

“I’m middle-aged, Emma, and I may be a widower.”

Emma said instantly, “No—you’re not, are you?” She tried to see his face, but the moonlight played tricks; his eyes gleamed, whether with amusement or anger she didn’t know.

“And would it make any difference if I were, Emma?”

She gave up trying to read his expression and stared out of the window instead. After a moment or two she said with perfect truth, “None at all,” and, all the same, was extravagantly relieved when he replied:

“Well, I’m not. As I said, I have waited patiently and I think the years of waiting will be worthwhile.”