“Was it a pretty one?” she asked nervously, as she locked her hands above the crowned monogram on the gun, and stood looking at him a little defiantly.
He shook his head.
“It was the ghost of what I might have been,” he answered quietly.
Again Nancy sought to dominate the scene.
“So bad as that?” she asked, with a futile attempt at flippancy.
He disregarded her words.
“Miss Howard,” he said slowly; “I have come to say good by.”
Instantly her tone changed.
“Oh, I am so sorry! Is it for a long time?”
“I may not come back while you are here.”