"Jean," he commanded; "look at me!"
She faced him.
"Now tell me that again—straight in the eyes."
"Don't," she entreated.
"Say it!"
"You heard me."
"I want to hear it again—on your honor!" He waited.
"I—I refuse."
He strode toward her in triumph.
"You can't," he cried. "The kiss was no lie. It was the truth, the sacred truth! What unselfish madness made you try to deceive me?"