“Nonsense!”
“Well, I’m sure that I won’t for a long time.”
“Of course you can’t until the two years are out, but they’re out this October; and you know the more dead-set you are against doing anything the surer you are to do it. We all know that just by the light of the past.”
She elevated her eyebrows and made no reply.
“You’ve got so much money that naturally we couldn’t hear that any one was following you continually, without wanting to know what he was after. I should think you could see how that would strike Uncle John.”
“Monsieur von Ibn doesn’t mean to marry any more than I do,” she declared positively.
“Doesn’t he? How do you know?”
“He told me so himself.”
“When?”
“Ever so many times.”