Six years!" he said slowly.

"Dear me--dear both of us! That will make you twenty-five.

You don't look a day over twenty-four! But you're still Stella Vorhis ?" She met his gaze gravely; then her lids drooped and a wave of red flushed her face.
"I am Stella Vorhis--yet." "Meaning--for a little while yet ?" "Meaning, for a little while yet.

That will come later, John Wesley.
Oh, I'll tell you, but not just now.

You tell about John Wesley, first--and remember, anything you say may be used against you.