"You love yourself better, but--you love me." His face was bent to hers, he looked closely into her eyes.

And--perhaps it was something in his look that moved her--perhaps it was only the realisation of her own utter impotence--Dot suddenly hid her face upon his shoulder and began to cry.
His arms were about her in an instant.

He held her against his heart.
"My dear, my dear, have I been a brute to you?
I only wanted to make you understand.

Say, Dot, don't cry, dear, don't cry!" "I--I'm not!" sobbed Dot.
"Of course not," he agreed.

"Anyone can see that.