Page:Glitter (1926).pdf/228

This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.

"Wise, hell! Why's it wise? What do you mean by that?"

"I've told you."

"Yes, that you think in a year I may change my mind! That's the most outrageous——"

"You hardly know me."

"What's that got to do with it? Why, darlin', I love you! You can't seem to understand. I love you so that waiting's an agony—don't make me have to! And when I look around and see what you've given up—on my account——"

"What I'm saying now is on your account, Jock Hamill. I don't want you to be unhappy, ever. Certainly not through me."

"Well, you're making me damned unhappy now, I'll tell you that!"

"Dear, please——"

"But Yvonne, listen——"

There were hours of it . . . terminating at last when Jock strode from the room, slamming the door furiously behind him. In less than five minutes he was back. And Yvonne was in his arms, trembling a little. And he was crooning words, repentant words, promises that his will denied even while he said them. "It's all right, Beautiful! Just whatever you want to do, we'll do. I won't say anything more about it. Yvonne, don't—I didn't mean to make you feel like this—of course I'll wait if you want me to. I could wait a million years, if I knew in the end I'd have you! Look up here! Got a little smile for Jock? There! There now! Armistice! And we'll never fight like this again, will we? Never."

But they did, and soon. The same scene, with variations, was repeated three or four times in the ensuing days. All the paths of their affinity seemed to lead to

This article is issued from Wikisource. The text is available under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 unless otherwise noted. Additional terms may apply for the media files.