“Yes,” he answered, wonderingly.
“And would you mind repeating it?”
“You promised that if you ever grew to—care for me you would tell me,” he responded.
“Yes.”
“Well?” he asked. “And now?”
“And now I—I——” She paused and lowered her eyes.
“I see,” he said gravely. “You want me to absolve you from it? I know; it was an absurd thing to ask of you. I had no business doing it. I understand that now, Margaret. That is what you are trying to tell me, isn’t it?”
“No,” she said softly.
“You—you don’t want me to let you off?” he cried amazedly, gladly. She shook her head silently.
“And—and if the time ever should come, Margaret, you will tell me? You still promise that?”