"Because you've never let anyone know you as you really are," rejoined Mavis.
"Now we've talked quite enough about me. Let's hear a little more about yourself."
"My history is written in this room."
"Don't talk rot. I suppose it all happened when you went away for your holidays last year?"
"You didn't think—"
"No. I didn't think you had the pluck."
"It doesn't require much of that."
"Doesn't it? There are loads of girls, nice girls too, who'd do as you've done to-morrow if they only dared," declared Miss Toombs. "And why not?" she added defiantly.
"You take my breath away," laughed Mavis.
"Don't laugh, dear. It's much too serious to laugh at," remonstrated Miss Toombs. "We're here for such a short time, and so much of that is taken up with youth and age and illness and work that it's our duty to get as much happiness as we can. And if two people love each other—"