"A vocal trick," Jim observed, rather abruptly. Then he moved away, surrendering his seat to Mark, who dropped into it.
"Well?" said Mark, following Corrance's figure with his eyes. "What do you think of old Jim?"
"I am thinking of the new Jim," Betty answered. "And I suppose I can measure the change in myself by the change in him. Archie has changed too. Only you, Mark, remain the same."
She flashed a blinding glance upon him. Somehow Mark realised that the glance was an indictment.
"I have changed," he replied quickly.
"No—no. You are the same Mark, with the same ideas, the same ideals of years ago."
"Ideals?" The expression on her face bewildered him. Not a score of feet away the others were buzzing about Archie, but Betty and he seemed to be alone. "You used to share my ideals, Betty."
"You mean you shared them with me, but when you went away you took them with you. Now they are like you—out of sight."
"I am here now," he replied.
"Because your brother is here. You did not come to see—me."