"What is that?" asked Mollie.
"You, Mollie, my darling, must go away. You must not see Gavon. O Mollie, won't you, won't you help me? I want you to keep right away. I want you to go somewhere just until after Monday. Give me Monday night for my last chance."
"Suppose it fails?" said Mollie, almost in a whisper.
"Then," answered Kitty, with a shiver, "I will try hard to be good. I will take up my poor, broken failure of a life and make the best of it. But please, please give me my last chance. If he says nothing on Monday night, I shall have no hope. Please go away, Mollie, for the next three days."
"I could do so," answered Mollie. "I wonder if it is right. This is Thursday evening. I have a great friend, Nurse Garston, who is also a Red Cross Sister. She has often asked me to visit her in her home in the north of London."
"Then go, Mollie; do, Mollie darling, go!"
"I would do so if it were really the best thing for you."
"It is the only thing."
"But would you marry Gavon, Kitty, if you knew that he did not love you?"
"But he does."