"Do you think I am holding something back?" she faltered, after a long silence. "Must I swear that I've told you the whole truth?"
The man stirred in his place at last.
"I guess an affidavit won't be necessary," he returned grimly.
She endured another silence impatiently, then rose proudly to her feet.
"I'll say it for you," she flashed. "This frees you of any promises to me, Paul. You are as free as if you had never made them. Go your own way: I'll go mine. It—it can't be harder than the one I've come. Good-by."
He roused himself as she made to leave.
"Hold on, Jean," he said, coming closer. "I guess we can compromise this thing somehow."
"Compromise! I have nothing to compromise."
"Haven't you?" He laughed harshly. "I should say—but let that pass. Of course, after what's turned up, you can't expect a fellow to be so keen to marry—"
"I've told you that you are free," she interrupted.