"Really, old girl, it is better--for both of us. We can wait. Perhaps in a few years' time it will seem different again. We can think about it then. I don't want to seem selfish, but you must think about me a little. You must see how hard it has been for me to say this, and that it has only been with the greatest difficulty that I've been strong enough. Believe me, dear, it is harder for me than it is for you--much harder." He was really getting on very well. He had had no idea that he would do it so nicely. Poor girl! it was hard luck--perhaps he had led her to expect rather too much--those letters of his had been rather too warm, a little indiscreet. But no doubt she would marry some excellent man of her own class--in a few years she would look back and wonder how she had ever had the fortune to know so intimately a man of Robin's rank! Meanwhile, the scene had better end as soon as possible. She had let him keep his arm round her waist, and now she suddenly leant back and looked up in his face. "Robin, darling," she whispered, "you can't mean it--not that we should part like this. Why, think of the times that we have had--the splendid, glorious times--and all that we're going to have. Think of all that you've said to me, over and over again----" She crept closer to him. "You love me really, dear, all the same. It's only that some one's been talking to you and telling you that it's foolish. But that mustn't make any difference. We're strong enough to face all the world. You know that you said you were in the summer, and I'm sure that you are now. Wait till to-morrow, dear, and you'll see it all differently." "I tell you nobody's been talking," he said, drawing his arm away. "Besides, if they did, it wouldn't make any difference. No, Dahlia, it's got to stop. We're too young to know, and besides, it would be absurd anyway. I know it's bad luck on you. Perhaps I said rather too much in the summer. But of course we'll always be good friends. I know you'll see it as I do in a little time. We've both been indiscreet, and it's better to draw back now than later--really it is." "Do you mean it, Robin?" She stood facing him with her hands clenched; her face was white and her eyes were blazing with fury. "Yes, of course," he said. "I think it's time this ended----" "Not before I've told you what I think of you," she cried. "You're a thief and a coward--you've stolen a girl's love and then you're afraid to face the world--you're afraid of what people will say. If you don't love me, you're tied to me, over and over again. You've made me promises--you made me love you--and now when your summer amusement is over you fling me aside--you and your fine relations! Oh! you gentlemen! It would be a good thing for the world if we were rid of the whole lot of you! You coward! You coward!" He was taken aback by her fury. "I say--Dahlia--" he stammered, "it's unfair----"