"Because," Jean said slowly, "I do care and I want your love, very, very much."
It was a long time before Jerome turned from the window again.
They stood so, looking quietly at each other and then Jean said, with a wistful smile:
"Shall we try it?"
After a moment an answering smile flickered in Jerome's eyes.
"I suppose this terrible knowledge of values is the price we have to pay for feeling at all—at our age."
"Perhaps it is worth it. I feel somehow—that it is."
"Do you, Jean? Do you really?"
Jean nodded. "I almost know it is," she whispered as Jerome drew her gently to him.
THE END.