"No!" she cried again.
"Yes! Do you think I did not know? Yes! I might have had your promise then! I might have had——"
He checked himself, but she did not attempt a second denial.
"Well, enough of this," said Reynold, after a moment. "It need not trouble you long. Look in the Times and you will soon see the end of it. But you can remember, if you like, that one man loved you, at any rate."
"One man does," said Barbara, in a voice which she tried to keep steady.
"Ah, the other fellow. Well, you know about that."
"Yes, I know."
"And you know that in spite of all I don't hate you. No, I don't, though I dare say you hate me for what I have said. But I can't help that—you asked for it."
"Yes," said Barbara. "I wish I hadn't."
"Forget it, then," he replied, with a gleam of triumph in his glance.