"Don't be silly!" he said. "Is there anything else that matters half as much?"
She was silent, but her look was dubious. He drew suddenly close to her, and slipped his hand through her arm.
"Is there anything else that really matters at all, Juliet? Tell me! I've got to know. Does—Robin matter?"
She started at the question. It was obviously unexpected. "No! Of course not!" she said.
"Thank you," he said steadily. "I loved you for that before you said it."
She laid her hand upon his and held it. "That's—one of the things I love you for, Dick," she said, with eyes downcast. "You are so—splendidly—loyal."
"Sweetheart!" he said softly. "There's no virtue in that."
Her brows were slightly drawn. "I think there is. Anyway it appeals to me tremendously. You would stick to Robin—whatever the cost."
"Well, that, of course!" he said. "I flatter myself I am necessary to
Robin. But with Jack it is otherwise. I've kicked him out."
"Dick!" She looked at him in sharp amazement.