"Yes."
"I'll make it up to her," he said. "I won't do any other thing she wouldn't like. I won't marry. I won't play polo. I'll live on my pay and give poor Victor back his money. And there's one good thing about it. Papa'll be happier when I'm not here."
IV.
"Mark!"
"Minky!"
"He had said good-night and gone to his room and come back again to hold her still tighter in his arms.
"What?"
"Nothing," he said. "Only—good-night."
To-morrow no lingering and no words. Mark's feet quick in the passage. A door shut to, a short, crushing embrace before he turned from her to her mother.
Her mother and she alone together in the emptied room, turning from each other, without a word.