He has not asked me to marry him." "Perhaps he is married already ?" Sara met his eyes frankly.
"I don't know even that." Tim made a fierce gesture of impatience.
"Is it playing fair--to keep you in ignorance like that ?" he demanded.
Sara laughed suddenly.
"Perhaps not.

But somehow I don't mind.

I am sure he must have a good reason--or else"-- with a flash of humour--"some silly man's reason that won't be any obstacle at all!" "Supposing"-- Tim bent over her, his face rather white--"supposing you find--later on--that there is some real obstacle--that he can't marry you, would you come to me--then, Sara ?" She shook her head.
"No, Tim, not now.

Don't you see, now that I know he cares for me--everything is altered.

I'm not free, now.