"You must choose between me or—"
"Don't say it, don't; you'll be sorry some day, if you do; for the less said, the less there is to retract."
Marie arose. "I'm not going to take anything back," she answered with forceful anger. "I thought you loved me, but—I—have been mistaken. I shall not annoy you longer. Good night."
He arose to follow her. "You need not come with me," she added. "I shall see Selma, and she will accompany me home—not you."
"Very well, Marie."
She turned at the door. "Will you not promise?"
"Promise what?"
"Not to do as you said—not to disgrace—"
"Marie, where the light shines, I must follow; where the truth beckons, I must go. I—"
With a low cry the girl turned and fled from the room.