"You don't mean that it's to be young Wap—?" he began, uneasily.
"I suppose it will have to be he—or some one else. They keep at me."
"And you don't know how long you may be able to hold out."
"I'm holding out as well as I can," she laughed, "but it can't go on forever. And then—if I do—"
"Well—what?"
"You'd be left all alone, and, of course, I should be worried about that—unless you—you—"
"Unless I married some one."
"No; not some one; no one—but Diane."
They were now at their own door, but before she sprang out she drew down his face to hers and kissed him.
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