.

since she went, I've only been waiting.

The world, without her, has never been quite the same." "I know," she whispered.
"You Davenant women," he went on more lightly, "are never loved and forgotten." "And we don't love--and forget," said Nan in a low voice.
St.John looked at her with eyes that held a very tender comprehension.
"Tell me, Nan, was it--Peter Mallory ?" She met his glance bravely for a moment.
"Yes," she answered at last, very quietly.

"It was Peter." With a sudden shudder she bent forward and covered her face with her hands.
"And I can't forget," she said hoarsely.
A long, heavy silence fell between them.
"Then why--" began Lord St.John.
Nan lifted her head.
"Why did I promise Roger ?" she broke in.

"Because it seemed the only way.