“Your presence will not hinder me. I prefer to have you stay.”
Paul went to the window and stood with his face turned away from Scott’s gaze. He did not know why, but for some reason he feared that he should hear something unpleasant.
“June, I am going to be married,” Scott said, turning the bright face up to catch the effect of his words.
“Oh, Scott!”
The head dropped upon his shoulder, and the tears started to her eyes.
“Why, what is the matter, little one, is there anything so terrible about that? I thought you might be pleased to hear it.”
“I am pleased, only——”
“Only what?”
“I am afraid you will not care for me—or Paul either, after you are married.”