“Your bags are not in, David, if you are going a journey.”

“Clark will follow with them, and I can wait in Liverpool, if I can only catch this boat.”

“David, explain. If you can’t, then let me read this,” she pleaded, touching the letter in his hand; but he clutched it the tighter.

“No one may read this, not even you.” He pressed the crumpled sheets to his lips, then folded them carefully away. “It’s just that I’ve been a cad — a fiendish cad and an idiot in one. I thought myself a man of high ideals — My God, I am a cad!”

“David, you sacrificed yourself to ideals, but you are still a boy and have much to learn.