But he and I are not afraid.

I promised him--" And her voice failed as the memory of the night's indulgence flashed in her brain.
Kathleen began: "You promised me, too--" And her voice also failed.
There was a silence; the girl's eyes turned miserably toward the dressing-table, closed with a slow, inward breath which ended like a sob; and again she was in Kathleen's arms--struggled from them only to drop her head on Kathleen's knees and lie, tense face hidden, both hands clenched.

The wave of grief and shame swept her and passed.
After a while she spoke in a hard little voice: "It is foolish to say I cannot control myself....

I did not think what I was doing last night--that was all.

Duane knows my danger--tendency, I mean.