"After all," he said meditatively, "you're a dear, but you aren't the only woman in the world, are you?"
"Oh, no," said Alwynne.
"I might go back to America," he said, "for a time. I've heaps of friends out there."
"Oh?" said Alwynne.
"Yes, I shall get over it," he concluded comfortably. "You mustn't worry, my child. Well, good-bye again—wish me good luck, Alwynne."
He took up his hat—looked at her—smiled a little, and walked to the door.
But before he could open it, he felt a touch on his arm.
"Roger," said a soft and wheedling voice, "wouldn't you like to write to me? Now and then, Roger?"
He dissented with admirable gravity.