"I will do my best for you, Marion. I love Jack, too—although he was very young when I went away, if you will remember."
"You have been away a long time, Harry," she replied, and drew a long breath.
"That is true, and I realize it now, although I did not before." He gazed steadily into her face and suddenly caught her hand. "Dear cousin, cannot you forgive me for going over to the enemy?" he pleaded.
She flushed up. "I ought not to, Harry, but—but——"
"You will, nevertheless?"
"I—I will think of it," she faltered.
"We were very intimate when I went away. I would not wish that intimacy broken off."
"Were we intimate?" she murmured shyly.
"Yes, indeed. Don't you remember it? You used to sit in my lap."
"How shocking!" she cried. "Are you sure?"