She steadied herself to meet his glance.
"It is--really, Roger," she replied earnestly.

"Oh!"-- flushing swiftly--"you must know it!" "Yes"-- with a shrug.

"I suppose I ought to have known it.

I'm only a second string, after all." There was so much bitterness in his voice that Nan's heart was touched to a compassionate understanding.
"Ah! Don't speak like that!" she cried tremulously.

"You know I'm giving you all I can, Roger.