And suppose you loved--just as I love you.

Wouldn't you go to her and hope she'd brace you up and make you feel that she really loved you and--all that?
Wouldn't you, Janet ?" She looked sadly at him.

"You don't understand," she said, her rosebud mouth drooping pathetically.

"You can't realize how you shook--how you _shattered_--my faith in you." He caught her by the arms roughly.

"Look here, Janet Whitney.