Do you love me or don't you?
Do you intend to throw me over, now that I have lost my money, or do you intend to be all you've pretended to be ?" The sadness in her sweet face deepened.

"Let me go, Arthur," she said quietly.

"You don't understand.

You never will." "Yes or no ?" he demanded, shaking her.

Then suddenly changing to tenderness, with all his longing for sympathy in his eyes and in his voice, "Janet--dear--yes or no ?" She looked away.