"Look at me, Nan."
"I can't—long," she complained. "Somehow you—you—blind me."
He laughed softly. "I realize that—you are blind—blind. But I can't open your eyes. Somehow I'm losing the strength to try."
"I must go now," she said gently, trying to release herself. "Really I must! Yes, I must! Please, Jerry—let me go, dear——Yes, yes—you must!" It took time, however, and was accomplished with extreme difficulty. "But I can go now. I couldn't when I said good-night before——Oh! it's striking twelve! Good-night, Jerry——Merry Christmas, Jerry!"
Before she quite went, however, she came back once more to lean over the back of his chair and whisper in his ear:
"Jerry——"
"Yes?"
"Am I really—engaged—to you?"
"Darling—bless you—I'm afraid you are."
"Afraid?"