"Yes!" I answered, a little discontentedly, "I understand!"
Her expression suddenly changed. A frown darkened her face.
"Perhaps," she said, "you have already repented."
"Repented of what?" I asked quickly.
"That you have moved a little out of the rut, that you have taken a hand, even if it is a dummy's hand, in the game of life! Do you wish to draw back?"
"No!" I answered.
"Do you wish to be relieved of Leslie Guest? I could arrange it; it would be a matter of a few hours only."
"No!" I answered again. "I wish for one thing only!"
"And that?"
"You know!" I declared.