Dundas cares
nothing for me, except as a friend. He never did, though we flirted a
little a year ago, to amuse ourselves. Now, I am engaged to marry a man
whom I worship. I would gladly die for him. Ivor Dundas knows that, and
is glad. But the other man is jealous. He wouldn't understand--he would
want to kill me and himself and Ivor Dundas, if he knew that Ivor was in
my house last night. He was there too, and I lied to him about Ivor. How
could I expect him to believe the real truth now? He is a man. But _you_
will believe, because you are a woman, like myself, and I think the
woman Ivor Dundas loves."
Her beautiful eyes brightened. "He told you--that?"
"He told me he loved a girl, and was afraid that he would lose her
because of the business which brought him to me. You seem to have been
as unreasonable with him, as Ra--as the man I love could be with me.
Poor Ivor! Last night was not the first time that he sacrificed himself
for chivalry and honour. Yet you blame me! Look to yourself, Miss
Forrest."
"I--I don't blame you," she stammered, a sob in her voice. "Only I beg
you to save him, from gratitude, if not from love.
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