"The poor child is almost beside herself." The man did not speak.

Helen looked up at him almost as a mother might have done.
"Do you love her so very much, Larry?
Tell me truly, do you ?" Patches could not--dared not--look at her.
"Tell me, Larry," she insisted gently.

"I must know.

Do you love Kitty as a man ought to love his wife ?" The man answered in a voice that was low and shaking with emotion.

"Why should you ask me such a question?
You know the answer.