He saw the tears gathering in her eyes.
"Have you been happy, sweetheart, with me?"
"Perfectly happy." There was a sob in the reply.
"You really do care for me?"
"Yes."
His breath came more quickly, he held her closer to him—only a little rose-faced girl now.
"Do you care for me more than for any other man you have ever met?"
She did not answer.
"Tell me, tell me! Do you?"
"Yes."