“I’ll—try not to,” he said ruefully. “But I may call at the house? You’ll let me do that, won’t you?”
“I—suppose so,” she murmured faintly.
“To-day?” he cried. “To-morrow?”
“No, no! Wait, please; let me think.” She raised a pair of troubled eyes to his for an instant. “I must see you again first. I have something to tell you; something which may make a difference. Perhaps—perhaps you won’t want to see me again—then!”
He laughed disdainfully.
“Try me! And when will you tell me this—this wonderful news? To-morrow morning? Here?”
She nodded and strove to release her hands. After a moment of indecision he let them go. She stood before him motionless an instant. Then she raised her head slowly and he saw that her eyes were wet. With an inarticulate cry of pain and longing he started forward, but she held a hand against him.
“Please!” she said again, imploringly. His outstretched arms dropped to his sides. “If I shouldn’t come—to-morrow——” she began.
“But you’ve promised!”