"Month? Won't you write every mail?"
"Oh, Jerry!"
"Every week, then?"
"Will you?"
"I will, whether you do or not."
"Your ideas of friendship——"
"Are they too exacting?"
"No-o," she admitted, as if reluctantly. She was behind him now, her hands clasped together tightly, her eyes glowing with the light of a frightened purpose which was over-mastering her. He tried to turn and see her, but she defeated this.
"Please come here," he begged.
She was silent, trying to breathe more naturally.