And your answer ?" "Has not yet gone," Brott said.

"You shall write it yourself if you like.

I am thankful that you came when you did." "You were hesitating ?" Grahame exclaimed.
"I was." Grahame looked at him in wonder, and Brott faced him sturdily.
"It seems like treason to you, Grahame!" he said.

"So it does to me now.

I want nothing in the future to come between us," he continued more slowly, "and I should like if I can to expunge the memory of this interview.