But that was no reason--no excuse--" "What's the good of talking of 'reason'-- or excuse' ?" Falloden interrupted violently.

"Do you understand that I am in love with you--and what that means to a man?
I tore myself away from Oxford, because I knew that if I stayed another day within reach of you--after that first ride--I should lose my class--disappoint my father--and injure my career.

I could think of nothing but you--dream of nothing but you.

And I said to myself that my success--my career--might after all be your affair as well as mine.

And so I went.