"You've seen Margaret!" she cried. "Last night!" He nodded his head.
"It may have been a dream...."
"You don't want to marry me...."
"Oh, yes! Don't think I would go back...." She put her hands on his shoulders.
"It's all right, Edmund. I'm not going to marry you. I'm too old. We're friends for always, but nothing more. Margaret was right."
"Margaret!" He stared at her. "But you didn't know her!"
"I know her now," she answered. Then, laughing, "I've got two friends instead of one husband! Who knows that I'm not the richer?"
As she spoke she seemed to feel on her cheek the soft, gentle kiss of a young girl.