He looked into her fair, pure face, and his own flushed hotly.
"I believe you would," he said eagerly. "But I feel almost ashamed to acquaint you with such a one. You would sacrifice too much."
"Tell me of any one I can help," she returned. "I especially need to think of others, now."
At that moment the supper was served.
"Eat," said Edgeway, "I will talk of him later."
Edgeway ate little, but regarded Betty with a wistful despondency.
She felt his mood and tried to brighten him with light comments on the evening's display.
At last they finished, and Betty looked at him with a grave smile.
"You must not forget to tell me who needs me so much."
"Miss Emmit, it is none other than poor, unfortunate I."