"Two years! What are you going to do meanwhile?"
She shrugged her shoulders, or maybe shivered. Life was gray with the dream out of it.
"Work, I suppose—at something. I can always teach dancing again."
"Flash, I'm ungodly rich. Won't you let me——"
"Bryan!"
It was the first time she had ever called him familiarly by his name, but her face was so shocked and white, her voice so like a real cry of pain, that he did not notice it. He flushed, and churned the gravel with his heel.
"What have I said? Do you know, young woman, I don't find the expression on your face very flattering."
"Bryan! If I thought you meant what you've just said, you—I—we——"
"Well, what?"
"Never, never could meet again."