"I'll be very good to you, little Pam—God helping me."
"I know you will," said Pain. "But why did you like me instead of Sylvia?"
"I don't know, I'm sure. Pam. I never thought of that." He laughed out. "It's lucky I didn't. Pam. What chance should I have had with Sylvia, and all those boys about her?"
"What, indeed?" said Pamela, but she looked mysterious.
A moment later she pulled up again sharply.
"Now that we're engaged," she said, "I've something to tell you. Lord Glengall."
A wave of the loveliest rose flowed over her face, but her eyes were down.
"What is it, Pam?" he said quietly, but he felt a sharp pang as he watched her. She would never flush like that for him, he felt sure. Ah, his lost youth! What would he not have given to recall it?
"I think I ought to tell you," she said, looking on the ground at her feet, "that I have cared for someone else."
"Very much, Pam?"