And I kept my pledges.
The hopeful glow left Sally's face.

Her disappointment seemed keen.

Then a little scorn of certainty was the bitterest of all for me to bear.
"That's too much to promise all at once," I protested lamely, and I knew I would have done better to keep silence.
"Russ, a promise like that is nothing--if a man loves a girl," she retorted.

"Don't make any more love to me, please, unless you want me to laugh at you.

And don't feel such terrible trouble if you happen to see me flirting occasionally." She ended with a little mocking laugh.