“Do you think you are in love with this man, Marian?”
She nodded, then after a long pause, said, “Yes, Teddy, I love him.”
“But I thought——”
“And so did I, Teddy. But he came, and I—well I couldn’t help it.”
As he did not speak, she looked at him. His face was haggard and white and in his eyes which met hers frankly there was suffering.
“It wasn’t my fault, Teddy,” Marian laid her hand on his arm, “at least, not altogether. I might have kept away and I didn’t.”
“Oh, I don’t blame you. I blame him.”
“But it wasn’t his fault. I—I—encouraged him.”
“Did he know that we were engaged?”
“Yes,” reluctantly.