He felt its finality, and more than ever he swore that it should not be so.

There must be an argument somewhere--wait! "Supposing," said Spence haltingly, "Supposing....

supposing I am not free now?
Supposing love has come--and gone ?" He was not a good liar.

But his very ineptitude helped him here.

It tangled the words on his tongue, it brought a convincing dew upon his forehead.