Don't you remember how Margie and I and Dal and you used to go to school together?
And come home together?
And play on Saturdays ?...

Ever since then!...

But lately Margie and I are--we got--pretty badly mixed up." "Yes, I remember those days," replied Lane, dreamily, and suddenly he recalled Dal's dark eyes, somehow haunting.

He had to make an effort to get back to the issue at hand.
"If Margie loves you--why it's all right.

Go back to work and marry her." "Lane, it can't be all right.