"My dear girl——"
"That's hardly warm enough, is it—under the circumstances—when you won't see me for a year? Jerry—a whole year——"
"Nan—for the love of Heaven come around here!"
"Not so much for the love of Heaven as——"
"No—for the love of you—you—you!"
She came at last—and then she saw his eyes. But she could not meet them after the first glance. She lay in his arms, held there by a grasp so strong that it astonished her beyond measure. So, for a time; then he began to speak—in her ear now, where, in its pinkness, with a little brown curl touching his lips, it listened.
"You've made me say it, dear, when for your sake I would have kept it back. But you know—you must know, nothing can come of it."
He heard her murmur, "Why?"
"You know why."
"I don't."