He was not resigned, however, to the visit he received later from Miss Helen Blake. That young lady rushed in upon him like a miniature cyclone, sweeping him off his feet by the fury of her denunciation, allowing him no opportunity to speak, until, with a half-sob, she demanded:
"Why—why did you deceive me?"
"I love you!" Wally said, as if no further explanation were necessary.
"That explains nothing. You made sport of me! You couldn't love me and do that!"
"Helen!"
"I thought you were so fine, so strong, but you lied—yes, that is what you did! You fibbed to me the first day I met you, and you've been fibbing ever since. I could never, never care for a man who would do that."
"Who has told you these things?"
"Roberta, for one. She opened my eyes to your—baseness."
"Well, Roberta has a grudge against my sex. She's engaged to all the men she hasn't already married. Marriage is a habit with her. It has made her suspicious—"
"But you did deceive me, didn't you?"