"Beryl, they tell me you are going to be married—that isn't right, Beryl, is it?"
She nodded.
"But Beryl—" he stopped. "I saw you once and I was cruel, wasn't I?"
"What is the use of talking about it? Ronnie, I hope you are going to be a better man than you have been. I admire you so much for defending that poor girl. You are trying to be different now."
"I think so."
"And—I'm believing you, Ronnie. It is not easy to give up that life? Won't you want to go back to it again?"
He smiled.
"I will take away from thee the desire of thine eyes, with a stroke, yet neither shalt thou mourn nor weep."
She looked at him fearfully.
"Ronnie, how solemn you are—and you are so strong too—I feel it. Ronnie, I am married!"