He saw her and stopped, and she hastened to him. “I suppose a political parade on Broadway wouldn't break up a rehearsal, Frank. But that's what has happened in this case. Not one of us could keep our minds on what we were saying.”
“I'm not surprised. Any noise of an evening in this place, except an owl hooting, is a cause for hysterics.”
She walked on at his side. “You're disgusted with our poor old town,” she said, plaintively.
“I'm going to leave. Do you blame me?”
“I've heard about the—whatever it was!”
“That's right! Leave it unnamed—whatever it was!”
She touched his arm timidly. “Please be kind—to me—no matter how much cause you have to dislike others here.”
He stopped, put his arms about her, and drew her into a close embrace. There were shadows of buildings where they stood; no one was near.
“I can't do my best here, Vona. You understand it. But I can't go away and do the best that's in me unless I go with your pledge to me.”
“You have it, Frank! The pledge of all my love.”