"Very much."
"Is it all over, Pam?"
"It is all over."
"Was it—a matter of money, Pam? Could nothing be done? I don't want you to marry me at the cost of your own happiness."
Pamela was pulling a wild yellow iris to pieces. He put his hand under her chin, and lifted her face till he could look into her eyes.
"Tell me, tell me, Pam. Be brave and truthful with me. It is my happiness as well as yours. Is there nothing that can be done?"
"There is nothing."
He let her go, and stood away again, and his face was full of trouble. Pamela looked at him for a moment. Then she made a step forward, and drew his arms about her.
"I told you because I thought I must," she said. "But it is all over and done with. I am going to be so happy with you, so happy!" He looked down at her and his face was transformed.
"Don't make me too happy, Pam," he said. "It is too much for an old hulk like me."