"Forgotten him? I never will, to my dying day."
Her voice quivered a little, for, like most actresses of her type, her emotions were as easily played upon as harp-strings.
"Those are almost the words he used about you," said Loveland, interested in Lillie's part of the broken love melody, as he had been in Bill's. "Only—his were stronger."
"What were they—exactly?"
"Shall I tell you, really?"
"Yes, quick—quick."
"He said he always had loved you, and always would love you till his dying day."
"Oh!" Lillie de Lisle gulped down a small sob. "I thought he'd forgotten all about me—long, long ago. He never wrote."
"No. He told me he didn't dare, or something like that, but he couldn't resist sending a message by me."
"If you knew what it is to me to hear from him again! How in the world did you meet him?"