Helm reflected. “No,” he finally said. “I’ve put her out of my mind before, and I can do it again. Whenever I don’t want to think of anything, I get together so many other things to worry about that there isn’t room or time to worry about it. She’s flying. Let her fly. That settles it.”
“Didn’t you tell me you proposed to her?”
Helm nodded.
“And that she accepted you?”
“But it’s all over,” said Helm.
“By no means,” declared the adroiter man. “She has given you her promise. She will say nothing because she will not wish to hurt you. But she’ll keep to her promise until you release her.”
Helm looked dismal. “Is that the way those things are managed?”
“You’ll ruin her life, Helm. You’ve got to go to her—like a man. Don’t do a cowardly thing—such as silence, or writing a foolish note. Face her. It’s the only square thing.”
And to Helm it seemed so. He groaned.
“Come along. I’ll go with you, and see that you and she have a chance for an undisturbed talk.”