"Oh, please. I don't think any of us could have guessed that—things would have turned out like this. I didn't dream how you felt and how I felt until the other night, when you tried to give me the little ring. Then I knew."
"That you loved me?"
"No. That you loved me. I—I didn't know the other until to-day when you said—'Come.'"
"Didn't you know that day in the rain?"
"No, oh, no. I thought it was just because we were both young, and good friends, and happy together."
"And I thought it was because our spirits met—in the storm."
He flung himself down beside her. "To me the whole thing seems monstrous. Anthony is years too old for you, even if you loved him. And you don't love him."
"Yet I can't break a promise, can I?"
He moved restlessly.
"If you told him, he would release you, of course. But somehow I'd feel an awful cad to have Anthony think that I had taken you from him."