"It is an insult this time, but all the same you'll hear it."
Mavis was a little awed by the resolution in his face and manner. He went on now a trifle hoarsely:
"Little Mavis, I love you more than I ever believed it possible for man to love woman. I've tried to forget you, but I want you more and more."
"How—how dare you!" she cried.
"Because I love you. And because I do, I've fought against seeing you; but as you've come to me and you're going away to-morrow, I must tell you."
Mavis was less resentful of his words; she resisted an inclination to tremble violently.
"Don't go," urged Windebank.
"Where?"
"Abroad. Don't go and leave me. I love you."
"How can you! Harold was your friend."