I had almost forgotten what might be occurring within, until aroused by the sound of Le Gaire's voice.
He certainly looked a handsome fellow, standing there with hand still on the knob of the door, dressed in a new uniform tailored to perfection, his lips and eyes smiling pleasantly, never suspecting the reason for which he was summoned.
"What is it, Billie ?" he asked easily.

"A last word, hey ?" "Yes," she answered, lifting her eyes to his face, but not advancing.
"I--I have been thinking it all over while waiting here alone, and--and I find I am not quite ready.

I sent for you to ask release from my promise, or, at least, that you will not insist upon our--our marriage to-night." The man's dark face actually grew white, his surprise at this request leaving him gasping for breath, as he stared at her.
"Why, good God, girl, do you realize what you are saying ?" he exclaimed, all self-control gone.

"Why, we are ready now; Bradshaw just arrived and every arrangement has been made for our journey.

It cannot be postponed." "Oh, yes, indeed, it can," and she rose, facing him.