"
"Ah, he shouldn't have done that."
"He should!" She stamped a little willful foot. "What else could
he do?"
"Why, yes," he agreed thoughtfully. "I suppose that's so. After
all, a man can't bear the names that Carroll does and go wrong on
the big inner things. He has met his test, and stood it. For he
cares very deeply for you."
"Poor Fitz!" she sighed.
"But here we're wasting time!" he cried in a panic. "Where can I
leave you?"
"Do you want to leave me?"
"Want to!" he groaned. "Can't you understand that I've got to get
you to the yacht!"
"Oh, beetle man, beetle man, don't you WANT me?" she cried
dolorously. "Didn't you mean your note?"
"Mean it? I meant it as I've never meant anything in the world.
But you--what do you mean? Do you mean that you'll--you'll let the
yacht go without you--and--and--and stay here, and m-m-marry me?"
"If you should ask me," she said, half-laughing, half-crying,
"what else could I do? I'm alone and deserted. And there's only
you in the world."
"Miss P-P-Polly," he began, "I--I can't believe--"
"It's true!" she cried, and held out two yearning hands to him.
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