"You can't follow me," she repeated slowly. "That is true enough. Years ago, when we were children—babies—I loved Mark, and he loved me."
"Paul and Virginia!"
"Yes, yes, Paul and Virginia."
"We all knew that. At one time I thought you would marry Mark."
"He never asked me," she replied, with blazing cheeks. "If he had, I should have married him, sick or well. I supposed that he didn't want me."
"Why, so did I."
She met his eyes fiercely.
"You swear that?"
"Certainly. Great heavens! You don't think that if I had thought otherwise I should have tried to supplant him. He went away and left the field open to all comers—Jim Corrance, Harry Kirtling—and me."
"I have done you an injustice," Betty faltered.