She must not think of him, he was nothing to her.

She was to be married to another man, even now she was almost a wife--but battle as she might the struggle went on.
There was the sound of a step on the path.

Betty turned, supposing it to be Tom; but it was not Tom, it was Carrington himself who stood before her, his face haggard and drawn.

She uttered an involuntary exclamation and shrank away from him.

Without a word he stepped to her side and took her hands rather roughly.
For a moment there was silence between them, Betty stared up into his face with wide scared eyes, while he gazed down at her as if he would fasten something on his mind that must never be forgotten.