"I want it more than anything else on earth," he said. "Does that satisfy you?"
His face was close to hers, but she felt no desire to escape. That laugh of his was still ringing like sweetest music through her soul.
He took her shoulders between his hands, searching her face closely.
"And now," he said—"now tell me his name!"
Yet a moment longer she withstood him. Then she yielded, and went into his arms, laughing also—a broken, tearful laugh.
"His name is—Lester Cheveril," she whispered. "But I—I can't think how you guessed."
He answered her as he turned her face upwards to meet his own.
"The friend who stands by sees many things," he said wisely. "And Love is not always blind."
"But you—you weren't in love," she protested. "Not when——"
He interrupted her instantly and convincingly.