"Give me a chance to win your love, Betty!"

"You mustn't talk so--I am nothing to you--"

"Yes, you are. You're everything to me," said Carrington
doggedly.

"I'm not--I won't be!" and Betty stamped her foot.

"You can't help it. I love you and that's all there is about it.
I know I'm a fool to tell you now, Betty, but years wouldn't make
any difference in my feeling; and I can't have you go, and
perhaps never see you again, if I can help it. Betty--give me a
chance--you don't hate me--"

"But I do--yes, I do--indeed--"

"I know you don't. Let me see you again and do what I can to
make you care for me!" he implored. But he had a very indignant
little aristocrat to deal with. She was angry with him, and
angry with herself that in spite of herself his words moved her.
She wouldn't have it so! Why, he wasn't even of her class--her
kind! "Betty, you don't mean--" he faltered.

"I mean--I am extremely annoyed. I mean just what I say." Betty
regarded him with wrathful blue eyes. It proved too much for
Carrington. His arm, dropped about her shoulders.

"You shall love me--" She was powerless in his embrace. She