"If you should ever pay for these six weeks—in any way—I'd never forgive myself." "If you should ever pay for these six weeks—in any way—I'd never forgive myself." I tried to reach him. I wish I were big that I could tuck an arm in his and tell him not to be an idiot, but I dare not touch him. I knew that I should cry and cling to him. I tried to reach him. I wish I were big that I could tuck an arm in his and tell him not to be an idiot, but I dare not touch him. I knew that I should cry and cling to him. I do not believe there ever was a more wonderful night, so full to the brim of scents and moonlight and velvet shadowed mystery. I do not believe there ever was a more wonderful night, so full to the brim of scents and moonlight and velvet shadowed mystery. "I—I want to go home," I said suddenly. "I'm tired." "I—I want to go home," I said suddenly. "I'm tired." We hardly spoke again until we reached our garden gate. I had the feeling that he, too, was surging with the things he wanted to say. We hardly spoke again until we reached our garden gate. I had the feeling that he, too, was surging with the things he wanted to say. At the gate he put his hands on my shoulders, he was breathing like a man who had run far. At the gate he put his hands on my shoulders, he was breathing like a man who had run far. "Pam," he said, "Walter Markham and I were talking about you to-night—and I told him the truth, child—that we weren't engaged, and hadn't any feeling for each other." "Pam," he said, "Walter Markham and I were talking about you to-night—and I told him the truth, child—that we weren't engaged, and hadn't any feeling for each other." "Why?" "Why?" "A man knows when another man—cares. I'm glad I'm off to-morrow. Pam, I was just an incident, kid—an incident." "A man knows when another man—cares. I'm glad I'm off to-morrow. Pam, I was just an incident, kid—an incident."
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