Resolutely, in this last meeting with Julie, he gave these emotions play. He possessed himself of her cold hands as she put her desolate question--"And then?"--and kissed them fervently.
"Julie, if you and I had met a year ago, what happened in India would never have happened. You know that!"
"Do I? But it only hurts me to think it away like that. There it is--it has happened."
She turned upon him suddenly.
"Have you any picture of her?"
He hesitated.
"Yes," he said, at last.
"Have you got it here?"
"Why do you ask, dear one? This one evening is ours."
And again he tried to draw her to him. But she persisted.