“You have told her you can not marry him!”
“Yes.”
“Then who am I to reproach you?” he said; and rising to his feet, he threw down his book.
Her dark eyes wandered about the room, and came back to his face again and shone with a new lustre.
“I heard your sermon on Sunday, Mr. Storm, and I felt as if there were nobody else in the church, and you were speaking to me alone. And last night at the theatre——”
“Well?”
He had been tramping the room, but he stopped.
“I saw him in a box with his friend and two—two ladies.”
“Were they nurses from the hospital?”
She made a cry of surprise and said, “Then you know all about it, and the sermon was meant for me?”