Dick Kenyon's arm did not slacken.
"If you could make it convenient to finish that sentence of yours, I'd be real grateful," he observed, at length.
She lifted her face from her hands, and looked him in the eyes. Her own were shining.
"Because," she said unsteadily, "I couldn't marry the right man—if you weren't there."
He looked straight back at her without a hint of emotion in his heavy eyes.
"Quite sure of that?" he asked.
And she laughed again tremulously as she made reply.
"Quite sure, Dick," she said softly, "though I've only just found it out."
Jerry, tearing in a little later, brimful of city news, noticed that his sister's face was brighter than usual, but failed, in his excitement, to perceive a visitor in the room, the visitor not troubling himself to rise at his entrance.