“Oh!”
He looked at her half-disappointed, half-relieved and wholly bewildered.
“It’s Gloria and Pendragon—they’ve made up.” She reverted to the vernacular of childhood. “I’m so happy because they’re happy.”
“But I thought—I thought you cared for Pendragon,” stumbled Terry.
“That’s funny—what made you think that? I do like him but mostly for Gloria’s sake.”
“Look here,” said Terry. “If you don’t love Pendragon who do you love?”
She was smiling through her tears now.
“Is it absolutely necessary that I should love some one? You know I always thought that you loved Gloria. If you don’t love Gloria, whom do you love?”
For a moment he looked down into her upturned face, struggling against the provocation of her lips.
“I love the most charming, youngest, most mature, most unselfish, most winsome—oh, there aren’t adjectives enough. Who do you love?”