“Which is?” you questioned.
“That Dr. Hartzmann loves you,” he answered.
“That is impossible!” you exclaimed.
“Not as impossible as for a man not to love you, Miss Walton,” he averred.
“Tell Mr. Whitely how mistaken he is,” you said to me.
I could only stand silent, and after waiting a little Mr. Whitely remarked, “You see!”
“It is incredible!” you protested. “You must deny it, Dr. Hartzmann!”
“I cannot, Miss Walton,” I murmured, with bowed head.
“You love me?” you cried incredulously.
“I love you,” I assented, and in spite of the circumstances it was happiness to say it to you.