"Yesterday I dreamed, but to-day I am awake. I am going home."
Clayton reached over and took her other hand, then swung her around so that she faced him and could not evade his direct glance.
"Didn't I tell Gordon I was going to marry you?" he demanded. "I've run out of all my other fads, and now my latest fad is trying to run away from me."
Martha gazed up at him coquettishly. "You mean you want to marry me just to see what I'll do?" she pouted.
"That's one of the reasons, not to mention loving you," replied Clayton, in a brisk, businesslike tone. "Well?"
Martha paused a moment. "Do you remember," she asked, "once you said the greatest success meant nothing if the right person did not share it with you?"
"Yes."
"You were right. And now I know that the greatest failure also means nothing, if the right person does share it with you."
Clayton held out his arms entreatingly.
"I think I'm going to like my latest fad immensely," he whispered.