"Yes. I love you. I have loved you since I first saw you. I have never loved another woman—I never shall. Can you find it in your heart to make my new life happy?"
"Mr. Derwent," she answered, "I had no idea that you cared. I—I like you very much—as a friend. But now—I told you I had news to-day—news which has made me happy—tuned me to the day, which is happy. Jack has asked me to be his wife, and I have accepted him."
"HE POURED THE CONTENTS OF THE PHIAL INTO HIS COMPANION'S TUMBLER."
Derwent paled a little under his bronze, and his face darkened.
"If—if Mr. De Courcy had not come into your life——" he began.
"That is an idle thought."
"Yes, it is idle—but I thought—it would—if he had not come?"
"Who knows—I cannot realise a life without him." Then she added other words. "I like you, Mr. Derwent, and—and I am very sorry."
He let her find her way back to the guests alone.