He sat down to think—and then Nina Charlton opened the door and flung her arms around his neck.
“I could not wait,” she whispered, “and I am not afraid now to say I love you.”
That night Lester wrote a letter to the woman he had once loved. “I am glad to know that Charlton told you the truth before he died,” he said. “But let the past be forgotten.”
He never told Nina of this. But one day as they were walking along the “Block” in George Street, she saw her husband raise his hat to a tall, fair-haired woman with big blue eyes.
“Is that she, Jack?” murmured Nina.
Lester nodded.
“She's very lovely. And yet I felt once that I could have killed her—when you and I sat together watching the big tree fall. But I couldn't hate any one now.”