At her question he stopped short in the path.
"What's the matter?" she asked, turning.
"Why, I never thought of that way out," he answered, going white and red alternately.
"What a funny man you are!" cried Nina, startled. "Perhaps you will marry the mother yet. How old is she?"
"About thirty-seven."
"And rich?"
"Oh, yes. She's an American." As if riches and Americans were synonymous.
"Better marry her."
"I like you better just at present," returned Carleigh.
"Thanks, awfully. But I've told you what woman will stand in the way of your serious views about me. Besides, I'd never dare risk such a man as you. Everything will right itself, some day."