“Aladdin—”
“Margaret—O Margaret—”
She read in his eyes what was coming.
“Not now, Aladdin,” she said.
“Not now—dear Aladdin.”
“Then you know?”
“I’ve always known, Aladdin, and been grateful and that proud.”
“Will there never be any chance for me, Margaret?”
“Aladdin, I think I like you better than anybody else in the world—”
“Darling—” he had never supposed that it could be said so easily; he leaned toward her.