It was ready behind his closed lips, eager to burst forth.

That he didn't love the Davidson girl, never had loved her.

That during the past month he had come to realize there was but one woman in the wide world for him.

And did that woman mean what she said about waiting years--and years--provided she cared?
And did she care?
He didn't utter one word of this.

He wanted to, but it seemed so preposterous.