"I am well now and have no further excuse for imposing on your hospitality."
"As if it were imposing!"
"It is. I have accepted every manner of kindness from you—"
"Don't call it that," she interrupted.
"What else can I call it? I was a stranger and you took me in. It was sweet of you—especially when you knew nothing about me. Now the time has come for me to go. Tomorrow morning I am giving myself up to the Wilton sheriff."
"Oh, no—no!"
"But you said you wanted me to. It is the only square thing to do, isn't it?"
She made no answer.
He rose and came to her side, slipping an arm about her.
"Marcia. Dearest! I am doing what you wish, am I not?"