V. Vivian regarded the lovely Hun. As a prophet you might glory, but as a man you must face the music....
"But I must tell you," he began, with visible effort, "that you--you will feel very differently, when you've seen--"
However, she interrupted him, raising her eyes with a little smile, sweet and somewhat sad.
"I'll look after my part of it," said she; and there was her pledge of amity held out, gloved in white. "Do you think you can be my friend?"
The light showed another change in the young man's face. He took the hand, and said with sudden strange feeling:
"Let my life prove it."
So Cally turned away thinking that she had found that rarest thing among men, a friend of women.
And Mr. V.V. walked off blindly up the lamplit street, his heart a singing and a pain.