I had counted us as equal; that you were, with me, caring for the day and never for the morrow, so far as we two were concerned." She raised her face.

"Do you love me ?" she said.
He hesitated.

"I am fond of you." "Do you love me ?" "In the sense that I suppose you mean, no." She did not look at him for a moment; then she rose swiftly to her feet and looked squarely in his face.
"Is there some one else ?" He did not answer.
"Is there some one else ?" "Yes." "Then it _is_ unfortunate, as you say--and for her." "What do you mean ?" "I mean that I will not endure to be dropped by you as a child drops a toy of which it is weary.

I mean that I will not surrender you to some new creature who has intervened! What does it matter that there has been no pledge between us?
You have made me love you! You know it! The very being to each other what you and I have been is a pledge for the future.

Oh, Grant!" The woman's eyes were full of tears, and her voice was a moan.