that Tobe was some young man that--that I cared enough for to--"

"I was insanely jealous." Mostyn put his arm about her, drew her
breast against his, and pressed his lips to hers. "I was mad and
crazy. I couldn't think--I couldn't reason. Dolly, I _love_ you. I
love you with all my heart."

"Yes, I know." She seemed not greatly surprised at the avowal. She put
her hand on the side of his face and gently stroked it. Then, of her
own accord, she kissed him lightly on the lips. "There," she said,
"that will do for to-night. I ought not to be here like this--you know
that--but I am happy, and--"

"You have not said"--he held her closer to him, now by gentle force,
and kissed her again--"you have not said that you love me."

"What is the use?" she sighed, contentedly. "You have known it all
these years. I have never cared for any one else, or thought of any
one else since you were here before. I was only a child, but I was old
enough to know my heart. You are the only man who ever held me this
way. There is no use saying it--you know I love you. You know I
couldn't help it. I'd be a queer girl if I didn't."

He tried to detain her at the steps, but she would not stay. She
entered the house, leaving the door open so that he might go up to his
room.