"Be you faithful, Mr. Maynard?"
"I hope so."
"I can talk to you. Funnily enough I've wanted to talk to you for a month, but held off. And now's the chance. I can trust you?"
He was a little uneasy.
"Don't you tell me anything you'll be sorry for."
"I'll tell you this. Johnny's sworn he won't see me no more till I name the day. And his people are on his side—very properly. And why don't I name the day? Can you answer that?"
"No, I can't—nor anybody else but your own self I should think."
"What's love like?"
"You did ought to know."
"So I did; and that's the trouble. I did ought to know; but I don't. Only I know this bitter clear: I'm not in love with Johnny. And it's hurting me and it's wrong."