I thought you had forgotten--long ago." "Forgotten!" he said.
"Yes." With a sob she answered him.

"Men do forget--nearly all of them.
Fletcher Hill didn't.

He kept on waiting, and--and--they said it wasn't fair--to spoil a man's life for a dream--that could never come true.
So--I gave in at last.

I am--promised to him." "Against your will ?" His arms tightened upon her again.

"Tell me, little new chum! Was it against your will ?" "No! Oh, no!" She whispered the words through tears.