He had not relinquished her hand since he had seated himself. He pressed it strongly, fighting back the desire to take her in his arms, that came to him with the spectacle of her misery. There flashed through his mind the details of his final parting with Doris and her ominous declaration of the ruin impending over her father. He had only half believed it then but now it flashed across his memory with instant conviction. "Your father is in trouble--financial trouble!" he said suddenly. "How do you know?" she said amazed. "Doris told me." "Doris? When?" she said. She stiffened at the name, though he did not notice the action. "The last time I saw her--why, Drina, didn't you know? Why she came down, why she saw me and asked to be released--didn't you know her reason?" "I know nothing. Do you mean to say that she--" she paused as though overwhelmed at the thought, "that then she knew Dad was facing ruin?" "Knew? Why, your father told her!-- Doris and your mother! You didn't know?" "No." "You weren't told afterward?" "No, no--not a word." Rapidly he recounted the details of the scene, failing in his excitement to notice how divided was her interest, between the knowledge of what was threatening her father, and what bore upon the situation between Doris and himself. "Then it was Doris who broke it!" she said suddenly and a shudder went through her body. He checked himself, saw clear and answered impetuously. "Yes, she did--that's true. But let me tell the truth also. I never would have married her--never--never! I never in all my life felt such relief--yes, such absolute happiness as that night when I walked away free. I did not love her. I had not for a long, long time. I pitied her. I believed that through her love for me a great change was coming in her--for the best. And so it had. I pitied her. I was afraid of doing harm. That was all. She knew it, Drina. You can't believe I cared--you must have known!" "And yet--yet," she began, hesitatingly, and stopped. "Don't hold anything back," he said impulsively. "We mustn't let anything stand between us. Say anything you want. Better that." "What I couldn't understand," she said at last, with an effort, in which her hurt pride was evident--"that afternoon--when you gave back the money to Dad--after what you said to me-- Oh! how can I say it." "You thought that I was going to tell the truth to Doris and break the engagement. That was it, wasn't it?" "Yes," she said, covering her face, in terror that she could have said such a thing, and yet her whole being hanging on his answer--"I couldn't understand--afterwards." "I came out of the library to make an end of everything and before I knew it, it was Doris who had changed everything. She had listened. She had heard all. She imagined she was in love for the first time. She begged me not to turn from her, to give her another chance. I was caught, what was I to do?" "She loves you," she said breathlessly.