"Oh, no, no, no!"
"You were too young to remember, and they took you away so that the sight of the blood shouldn't frighten you."
"Oh, Glen!" cried Indiana, "how could I? And you're always so good—you never even hated me for it. Oh, Glen!" She took his head in her hands and kissed the scar impulsively. "Forgive me—forgive me!"
"Indiana, is there a chance for me?"
"No."
"You're not going to marry that Englishman?" he said, fiercely.
"He hasn't asked me."
"Would you?"
"I don't know, Glen. Promise me you won't say anything to him about that," pointing to the scar.
"I've never thought of it myself," said Glen, sadly, "since then. I'm sorry I told you if—"