"Janet—Janet!" said Harber, with pounding heart. "How do you know—that I'll win?"
"Ah," she said strangely, "I know! You can't fail—I won't let you fail"!
Harber caught her suddenly in his arms and kissed her as if it were to be his last token of her.
"I'm going then!" he whispered. "I'm going!"
"When?"
"There's no time to be lost!" he said, thinking fast. "If I had known that you were willing, that you would wait—if … Janet, I'm going to-morrow!"
Her arms tightened about him convulsively. "Promise me—promise me!" she demanded tensely, "that you'll never, never forget me—that you'll come back to me!"
Harber laughed in her face. "Janet," he said solemnly, "I'll never forget you. I'll come back to you. I'll come back—'though 'twere ten thousand mile!'"
And they walked home slowly, wrapt once more in their fascinating talk, fanning the flames of one another's desires, painting for their future the rich landscapes of paradise. Youth! Brave, hot youth!
The next day Harber contemptuously threw over his job in the bank and fared forth into the wide world that was calling.