She
thought for a moment wondering what she ought to say, and then she
came up to him and gently put her hand on his shoulder.
"Be patient, Paul," she said. "You know we agreed before we married
that we'd be friends at any rate and let the rest come. Wait . . ."
"Wait!" he turned round eagerly, clutching her arm. "Then there is a
chance, Maggie? You can get to love me--you can forget that other
man?"
She drew back. "No, you know I told you that I should never do that.
But he'll never come back nor want me again and I'm very fond of
you, Paul--fonder than I thought. Don't spoil it all now by going
too fast--"
"Going too fast!" he laughed. "Why, I haven't gone any way at all. I
haven't got you anywhere. I can hardly touch you. You're away from
me all the time. You're strange--different from every one . . ."
"I don't know anything about women. I've learnt a lot about myself
this week. It isn't going to be as easy as I thought."
She went up to him, close to him, and said almost desperately: "We
MUST make this all right, Paul. We can if we try. I know we can."
He kissed her gently with his old kindness.
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