"He won't do that," said Jack. He stood up again abruptly and faced round
upon her. "Look here, dear! Why can't you give in and marry him? He's
such a good sort if you only get to know him well. You've always kept him
at arm's length, haven't you? Well, let him come a bit nearer! You'll
soon like him well enough to marry him. He'd make you happy, Dot. Take my
word for it!"

She met his look bravely, though the distress still lingered in her eyes.
"But, dear old Jack," she said, "no woman can possibly love at will."

"It would come afterwards," Jack said, with conviction. "I know it would.
He's such a good chap. You've never done him justice. See, Dot girl!
You're not happy. I know that. You want to stretch your wings, you say.
Well, there's only one way of doing it, for you can't go out into the
world--this world--alone. At least, you'll break my heart if you do. He's
the only fellow anywhere near worthy of you. And he's been so awfully
patient. Do give him his chance!"

He put his arm round her shoulders again, holding her very tenderly.

She yielded herself to him with a suppressed sob. "I'm sure it would be
wrong, Jack," she said.

"Not a bit wrong!" Jack maintained, stoutly. "What have you been waiting
for all this time? A myth, an illusion, that can never come true! You've
no right to spoil your own life and someone else's as well for such a
reason as that. I call that wrong--if you like."

She hid her face against him with a piteous gesture. "He--said he would
come back, Jack."