He looked down into the soft eyes with the beautiful light in them.
"I would rather not," he said gently.
The weariness in his eyes brought a sob to her throat.
"Ah, do!" she entreated; "I will never ask you again."
He looked at her with searching incredulity.
Then he turned away.
Just so had she looked five years ago.
She laid a small, despairing hand on his.
The iciness of it went to his heart.
"I will come," he said gently, and went away.