"You're a glorious lover, Dick!" she cried tenderly. "Why didn't I love you?"
"I don't know, honey," he replied chokingly. "We just love because we must—there's no rhyme or reason to it—"
He paused and laughed.
"Well, it's all over now, Jennie. I've given him back to you—good-by—"
She grasped his hand and held it firmly.
"Don't you dare say good-by to me, sir—you've got to love me, too—as long as I live—my first sweetheart—brave, generous, kind—"
She drew his blond head low and kissed him.
He looked at her through dimmed eyes and slowly said:
"That makes life worth living, Jennie."
He turned and quickly left the house.