And she was never to marry Berkley.

She knew it, now.
"Who is this Private Ormond, anyway ?" asked Hallam, handsome eyes bent curiously on her.
And she said, calmly: "I think you did not mean to ask me that, Captain Hallam." "Why not ?" "Because the man in question would have told you had he not desired the privilege of privacy--to which we all are entitled, I think." "It seems to me," said Hallam, reddening, "that, under the circumstances, I myself have been invested by you with some privileges." "Not yet," she returned quietly.

And again her reply implied deceit; and she saw, too late, whither that reply led--where she was drifting, helpless to save herself, or Berkley, or this man to whom she had been betrothed.
"I've got to speak now," she began desperately calm.

"I must tell you that I cannot marry you.

I do not love you enough.