“You always are.”
“I told you that if you wished it I would agree, but that I did not love you as a woman should love the man to whom she gives her life.”
“I do not forget that.”
“Perhaps in your heart you harboured a hope that one day the love that I denied you then might come?”
“I think I did.”
“You were giving so much and asking for so little in return. That was not fair, and it would not be fair for me to allow you to harbour a hope that can never come true.”
He turned slowly and looked at her.
“A woman cannot love—twice,” she said slowly.
Johnny Everard flushed, then paled.
“Why do you say that?”