"Bambina!" It was long since he had called her by the old pet-name of her childhood. The realisation of what the reversion implied almost broke down her resolution. But he instantly recovered his self-command; was wholly the physician. "Tell me about it," he said gently.
"What is there to tell more?" She threw out her arms in what she deemed the proper gesture.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Or I'd never have come to you."
"Who is the man?"
Pat shook her head. She had not invented the man even in her own mind.
"Tell me, Pat."
Her lips set firm indicating (as she had seen determination "registered" on the screen) that rather would she die than betray her lover.
"The damned scoundrel has got to marry you."
"He can't."