She said again, as she gave him her hand at parting, "I'm sorry."
His laugh was not pleasant. "You'll be sorrier if you marry Paine."
"No," she said, and he carried away with him the look which came into her eyes as she said it, "No, if I marry Randy I shall not be sorry."
IV
Randy, arriving on the evening boat, caught the 'bus, and found the Admiral in it.
"It's Randy Paine," he said, as he climbed in and sat beside the old gentleman.
"My dear boy, God bless you. Becky will be delighted."
"I was in New York," was Randy's easy explanation, "and I couldn't resist coming up."
"We read your story, and Mrs. Prime told us how the editor received it. You are by way of being famous, my boy."