His plea was reckless and tender but Joan shook her head; and Kenny realized with a sigh that her preposterous notion of unfitness was strong in her mind and would not be denied.
"A year, Kenny!" pleaded Joan.

"After all, what is a year?
And at the end I shall be so much happier and sure." She came shyly to his chair and slipped her arms around his neck.

"I want so much to do whatever you want me to do.

And yet--and yet, Kenny, feeling as I do, I shall be--Oh, so much happier if you will wait until I can come and say that I am ready to be your wife." "It will make you happier!" he said abruptly.
"Yes." "Then, mavourneen," said Kenny, "it shall be as you say.

I care more for your happiness than for my own." They went back through the darkness hand in hand..