“Suppose I do. And suppose I stand on my dignity. Pretend to distrust your motives. Refuse to be married out of pity?”
“That sort of false dignity wouldn’t suit you; you have too much of the real.”
“Would you be good to me, Mr. Odd?”
“Very, very good, Katherine.”
Odd took her hand and kissed it, and Katherine’s smile shone out in all its frank gayety. “I think I can make you happy, dear.”
“I think you can, Mr. Odd.”
“You must manage ‘Peter’ now.”
“I think you can, Peter,” Katherine said obediently.
“And Katherine—I would not have dared say this before, you would have flung it back at me as bribery—but I can give you weapons.”
“Yes, I shall be able to fight now.” She looked up at him with her charming smile. “And you will help me, you must fight too. You must be great, Peter, great, great!”