"I'm going to—I am fighting now. I mean, Lady Pat, they don't let you fight the way they used to."
"Is it only because you haven't money enough that we don't marry, Sir
Launcelot?"
"That is—one of the principal reasons."
"Swear that you don't love any other fair lady."
"Except Alice," Allen insisted.
"Shall you always love her?" Patricia asked, wistfully.
Allen sighed. "I'm afraid so, Lady Pat."
"Well, I don't care—I'll love you enough for both of us, so that's all settled. Now promise that you'll sit on this very step and not move 'til I come back."
"What for? I must run along."
"You promised," she cried, and disappeared up-stairs as fast as her little white legs could carry her. There was nothing to do but wait, yet Allen was not long kept in suspense. Patricia returned with equal speed, carrying her bank in both hands.