"I'll go back to her, because—of you."
A curious look of fear crept into the girl's eyes.
"You'll go back, because—of her," she persisted.
The man shook his head.
"Anyway—I'll go back."
The words were roughly spoken. But Nan accepted them. It was all she could hope for. And—well, she had done her best.
She sighed deeply. She glanced about her. For a moment they dwelt upon the man who was denied her. The man in whom she saw all that could ever make life worth while.
"Good-night, Jeff."
Her voice was very low and soft.
"Good-night, Nan." Then with a sudden outburst, as forceful as it was spontaneous: "God, if the world were only made up of women like you!"