'This handkerchief... Candice White... Where did he get it?!' These thoughts ran in Terry's head like lightnings, burning with fiery letters.

'Probably, he stole it... But why? He makes her marry him, but why does he carry her handkerchief with him?!'

'Give it back!' Neil almost stood up, holding on to the tree. Archie stood silently.

'Candice White. Candy's handkerchief!'

Finally, Legan went to Terrus and tore the handkerchief from his hands.

The young actor almost unclasped his fingers by his own will. 'Candy gave him a handkerchief! Him! Neil Legan!'

Daniel, limping, moved to the house, and Terrus stared after him.

For some reason, he remembered that summer day when they were at a summer school in Scotland. He relieved Candy of fear of horses and then, after a furious horse race, he tied her wounded hand with his handkerchief.

Then the same handkerchief was found in the theater of Chicago, on the third tier...

Embroidered handkerchief with the name as a connection between two people...

What happened, what was between this unpleasant type and his angel with freckles? She is not his, not longer, but still?

Has she tied up the wounded hand of his enemy, gaily chirping something soothing? Or maybe they, forgetting all quarrels and resentments, kissed on the bridge and, saying goodbye, she tenderly put a white sign of her affection into his swarthy hand?

And now he marries her. God... This sweet dream is coming true for him - he will hold her in his arms, kiss her, listen to her laughter, see her smile! His angel will take care of him, this angry little boy. Mistake! Not his angel... Not his...
Terry walked to the car with his head low. He felt very old and tired.

'Terry!' Archibald called to him, but he seemed not to hear.

...Neil fell into the hall and Candy, impatiently descending the stairs - she could no longer be in her room - pressed her hand to her mouth in terror.

'Oh God, Neil!'

He collapsed into the armchair and pressed his hand to his forehead.

The frightened girl ran up to him, looking at his face.

Bruises darkened under both his eyes, blurring with blue patches, his face swelled, and blood was running from his nose.

Miss White clung to the Neil's shoulders. Curious faces of servants began to appear in the corridor.

'Neil, did you fight?'

'Oh, my God, Candy!' Legan rolled his eyes up. 'Of course, we had a nice conversation! He was a rude person, and he stayed so, was not he?' His eyes flashed with an evil light. Daniel almost slipped from his chair and groaned. 'Candy, please, help me, do something! Don't you see, I'm dying!'

The nurse rushed to the top floor to get water and medicines.

...

'Out them all!'

'Just a moment.'

'It hurts!'

'A little patience.'

'Why does not it stops blooding?'

'Wait a minute, everything will pass soon.'

'D-damn... I feel ringing in the ears and my head splits. Can you do something with this?'

Suddenly, Candy laughed.

Had a look at his injuries and wiping his face, the girl realized that Neil's bruises were not so serious, but he actually believed that he did not have much time.

'That's what I can do, goosey!' She smiled and kissed her patient on the top of his head. 'And stop complaining, you're like a child.'

Suddenly she became serious. Candy did not ask how Terry was doing. She was afraid to ask Neil, not to anger him. Probably, Terry did not suffer, he was stronger... But still...

'How can I stop complaining if this actor has mutilated me?! I probably can not go out for a week. And we need to go to Chicago.'

Miss White wrung a rag, then put it in the cold water, and put to the bridge of the nose of her fiancé.
'Terry's gone?' She asked casually.

'How do I know? Hope so. Maybe he's standing under the door, it's not beyond him to.'

So Terry is fine. Candy sighed in relief. It was her fault. She had to go with them to prevent a fight. She made everyone suffer...Again...

Blood stopped running from the Neil's nose, and Candy gave the sufferer a glass of water with dissolved aspirin.

'Have a drink, and your headache will go away.'

'Thank you.'

Neil closed his eyes, and the girl absently fingered his hair, soothing him. Why should they leave?