"Oh, how can I ever live? How can I ever, ever stand it?" she gasped.
"Poor child!" said Nelson sadly, "Do you love him as much as that?"
"Oh, no! No! Not now!" she cried. "That is all gone! But my self-respect is gone too! How can one live without self-respect?"
"That will come back again!" said Nelson Whitney with a ring in his voice. Oh, it was good to hear her say she no longer cared!
She was quiet for several minutes, and he watched her as they walked along deeper into the park. Then she lifted her face like a rain-drenched flower.
"Nelson, you are wonderful!" she said. "I don't—know—what I should do—without you!"
"Well, you don't have to do without me, thank God!" said Nelson. "I suppose this is why He sent me down here."
She looked up with quick inquiry.
"How did you come, Nelson? Was it just chance?"
"Nothing in this world is chance, is it, Daisy? But this certainly wasn't, anyway. Why, you see I went to the house to get that list you promised—"