"Tell me," she repeated. "For so long I have wanted to hear."
"Well, it was like this. You know—rather, perhaps you recall the circumstances under which we met."
"I remember everything, Jean."
"I was in love with no one, I can say, but I had loved outside of our race."
"Our race?"
"Yes."
"You mean," she said, straightening curiously, "that you loved an Indian up there? That, I recall is the home of the Sioux?"
"No, I have never loved an Indian."
"Then what?"
"A white girl."