PEGGY-IN-THE-RAIN
gets over caring for an old sweetheart. Even now, if you tried you could make me—well, make me unhappy, I think. But it wouldn't be really you—not the you of to-day—I'd be troubling for; it would be the old you and all the old illusions of the time when I really—did care. Do you see what I mean? There's a sop for your vanity. I wouldn't have told you, though, if I weren't quite sure that you wouldn't try, Gordon." She put out her hand to him and he took it. "We've got to start fresh from now, Gordon, and be just the very best of friends. I'm going to marry Peter in October."
"In October! I didn't know you'd decided."
"I hadn't—until a moment ago."
She turned and waved at the launch.
