For what had she to give in return for all the love he was offering her?
Merely a little liking of a lonely heart that wanted to warm itself at someone's hearth, and beyond that a terrified longing to put something more betwixt herself and Peter Mallory, to double the strength of the barrier which kept them apart.

It wasn't giving Trenby a fair deal! "Roger," she said, at last, "I don't think I'd better belong to you.
No, listen!"-- as he made a sudden movement--"I must tell you.

There _is_ someone else--only we can't ever be more than friends." Roger stared, at her with the dawning of a new fear in his eyes.

When he spoke it was with a savage defiance.
"Then don't tell me! I don't want to hear.

You're mine now, anyway." "I think I ought--" she began weakly.
But he brushed her scruples aside.
"I'm not going to listen.