"Settle it for yourself. It does not—it is not—it looks"
"It looks cowardly," he interrupted her. "So it does, and so it is. God knows I never felt myself so great a coward before!"
He had paused again. This time he stood before her. The girl's grave, delicate face turned to meet his glance, and seeing it, a thought seemed to strike him.
"Anice," he said, the dark flush rising afresh. "I promised you that if the time should ever come when I needed help that it was possible you might give, I should not be afraid to ask you for it. I am coming to you for help. Not now—some day not far distant. That is why I remind you of the compact."
"I did not need reminding," she said to him.
"I might have known that," he answered,—"I think I did know it. But let us make the compact over again."
She held out her hand to him, and he took it eagerly.
