He isn't worried; he knows that I can take care of myself----" "Don't marry him until _you_ know you can." "But I am perfectly certain of myself now!" "Only prove it, darling.

Be frank with me.

Who in the world loves you as I do, Geraldine?
Who desires happiness for you as I do?
What have I in life besides you and Scott ?...

And lately, dearest--I _must_ speak as I feel--something--some indefinable constraint seems to have grown between you and me--something--I don't exactly know what--that threatens our intimate understanding----" "No, there is nothing!" "Be honest with me, dear.

What is it ?" The girl lay silent for a while, then: "I don't know myself.