"Jasper?"
"Well, dear—"
"You know you are trying to hide this from me. You are going to fight this man."
"Well, do I look like a dead man, or one who is not sure of pulling through? I never meant you to know this, but things will out."
"When is it?"
"In an hour or so."
"Oh, Jasper!"
He showed a fine and tender cheerfulness.
"I have been longing to fight him, Nance, and here is my chance. What's the hour? By George, I must be going."
She caught his hands and would not let him go for the moment. Her eyes were afraid.