"The man I marry--" And it seemed to Reggie that a tall, handsome, brilliant stranger stepped in front of him and took his place--the kind of man that Anne and he had seen often at the theatre, walking on to the stage from nowhere, without a word catching the heroine in his arms, and after one long, tremendous look, carrying her off to anywhere...
Reggie bowed to his vision.

"Yes, I see," he said huskily.
"Do you ?" said Anne.

"Oh, I do hope you do.

Because I feel so horrid about it.

It's so hard to explain.