“Ye-es,” very dubiously; “but you can always come here to see him.”
“Pardon me, I never intend coming here again. Once I leave I shall never return.”
“Never return!” The words seemed to echo and vibrate through the dim leafy silence of the surrounding trees.
“Oh, Reginald!”
“Now, Alice, you are never going to be so foolish as to cry for that,” he asked roughly.
Sobs. What was he to do with her?
“Alice, why are you crying? You promised me that you would not.”
They were now walking home; but Alice’s supply of tears seemed unlimited. This was a new and alarming experience.
“Alice,” he repeated, “you promised me you would not cry any more.”
“Yes, but you promised”—gasp—“you would not make me cry”—gasp. “I know you think me no better than a baby, but I can’t help it—I can’t, indeed.”