She pushed him at arm's length at last and looked up smiling.
"I can't help it—I love you!"
"When will you learn that we must trust where we love—"
He stopped suddenly. Her brown eyes were fixed with terror on a single strand of curling blond hair caught on the button of his waistcoat.
"What is it?" he asked in alarm.
She drew the hair from his coat carefully and held it to the light in silence.
"You can't be jealous?"
She looked at him curiously.
"Yes. I have a rival—"
"A rival?"