forward to it--oh! so much!--and now you're like this!"

She was nearly crying, and there was that miserable little catch in her
voice. He did feel an awful cad--he hadn't thought that she would
really care so much as this; but still it had to be done some time, and
this seemed a very good opportunity.

He cleared his throat, and, beating the carpet with his foot, tried to
speak with dignity as well as feeling--but he only succeeded in being
patronising.

"You know," he said quickly, and without daring to look at her, "one's
had time to think. I don't mean that I'm sorry it's all been as it
has--we've had a ripping time--but I'm not sure--one can't be
certain--that it's best for it to go on--quite like this. You see, old
girl, it's so damned serious. Of course my people have ideas about my
marrying--of course the Trojans have always had to be careful. People
expect it of them----"

He stopped for a moment.

"You mean that I'm not good enough?"

She had stepped back from his chair and was standing with her back to
the wall. He got up from his chair and turned round and faced her,
leaning with his hands on the table. But he could not face her for
long; his eyes dropped before the fury in hers.

"No, no, Dahlia--how stupid of you!--of course it's not that. It's
really rather unkind of you to make it harder for me. It's difficult
enough to explain. You're good enough for any one, but I'm not quite
sure, dear, whether we'd be quite the people to marry! We'd be
splendid friends, of course--we'll always be that--but we're both very
young, and, after all, it's rather hard for one to know. It was
splendid at Cambridge, but I don't think we quite realised----"

"You mean you didn't," she broke in quickly. "I know well enough.
Some one's been speaking to you, Robin."

"No--nobody." He looked at her fiercely. She had hurt his pride. "As
if I'd be weak enough to let that make any difference. No one has said
a word--only----"

"Only--you've been thinking that we're not quite good enough for
you--that we'd soil your Trojan carpets and chairs--that we'd stain
your Trojan relations. I--I know--I----"

And then she broke down altogether. She was kneeling by the table with
her head in her arms, sobbing as though her heart would break.

"Oh, I say, Dahlia, don't! I can't bear to see you cry--it will be all
right, old girl, to-morrow--it will really--and then you will see that
it was wiser. You will thank