“I wanted you to come back,” she repeated, more softly, as if musing.

“And I’m all at sea,” he exclaimed impatiently. “You do love me?”

“I do love you, Evan — you know that. But� “ She paused and seemed to be weighing the matter judicially.

“But what?” he commanded. “Go on.”

“But I love Dick, too. Isn’t it ridiculous?”

He did not respond to her smile, and her eyes delightedly warmed to the boyish sullenness that vexed his own eyes. A thought was hot on his tongue, but he restrained the utterance of it while she wondered what it was, disappointed not to have had it.