She saw that he did not understand; she was glad to have it so.She had taken off her gloves, and he was holding them lightly and reverently in his hands, looking down upon them, his thin cheeks a little flushed.And at that, and not knowing the glory that was in his soul, something forlorn in his careful tenderness toward her gloves so touched her that she felt the tears coming to her eyes with a sudden rush.And to prevent them.
"Not the empty gloves, Joe," she whispered.
End