“Be brave, Mara, and it shall end well. Your own welfare claims our attention now. You must leave this place at once if you value your life.”
“And yet you just said that I could not.”
He had turned away to pause at one of the windows—turned away purposely that he might speak without being heard by Boyd Wyman.
Mechanically she followed him.
“Mara,” he said, in a low tone, “I have come up here on a trumped up errand that I might see you. I have come to save you, even at great risk to myself, if you will accept my terms.”
“Explain yourself, Lieutenant Logan.”
“Do you not understand how much I love you? I cannot tell you——”
She stopped him with a wave of her hand.
“If you have nothing else to say, Lieutenant Logan, this interview might as well come to an end. I respect you as a friend, but I do not love you.”
“But you would learn to, Mara. Promise to be my wife as soon as this war is over, and I will have you taken to a place of safety this very night. Do you promise?” he asked, earnestly.