But Jack Morton saw only Mary, and his face flushed with delight. “Mary!” he cried and crossed to her with open arms. Without hesitation she stepped forward and her lips met his.
Clifford experienced such a swift onrush of dizziness and sickness that he barely kept his seat.
After a moment Mary drew away from Morton. “Jack, I want to introduce an old acquaintance to you—Mr. Clifford.”
“Bob Clifford—you here!” cried Morton. “You know Miss Regan?”
Clifford remembered his lines. “I met Miss Regan in Paris before the outbreak of the war.”
Mary held her pale face steadily upon Clifford. “I suppose, Jack, Mr. Clifford might as well know the truth.”
“After what he’s seen I guess he knows it.” Young Morton, a glowing smile on his pleasant face, held out his hand. “Congratulate me, Bob!”
Clifford took the hand. “You—you are married?”
“We are going to be—as soon as it’s safe.”
“Safe?”