"Then I think you might have told me when he wasn't here."
"My dear, you gave me no chance."
"And you booked passage back, Jim?"
Muriel's mouth drooped.
"Oh, I loathe New York!" she said.
He came to her and took both her hands. His grave eyes looked searchingly into hers.
"Won't you think about me," he asked, "a little?"
"I know, Jim, but I never promised——"
"I have tried to deserve consideration, Muriel."