"That's horrible for you," I agreed warmly to this other young man. "It's bad enough to know the worst. But not to know which it's to be is——"
"Quite so," finished Captain Holiday.
"Still, you needn't make up your mind at once that it will be the worst, need you?" I went on soothingly.
"You think I needn't?"
"Why d'you feel you must give up all hope?" I asked.
"Sometimes I don't," he admitted simply.
I nodded, saying:
"It's the other 'sometimes' that's so awful."
"Exactly," he said. "When I think 'after all, why should any girl like me particularly?'"
"You don't often think that, do you?"