“Bring her to me when I am alone,” whispered Betty Bleecker, with a very friendly smile. “And let the others believe that you stand for nothing in this affair.”

And so I went away, thinking of many things — too many and too perplexing, perhaps, for the intellect of a very young man deeply in love — a man who knows he is in love, and yet remains incredulous that it is indeed love which so utterly bewilders and afflicts him.