“What do you propose to do, Mrs. Witt?”
“How can I tell? I don’t know what she said. She only told me she had sent back the money, and told him why.”
“If she told him why——”
“I’m ruined,” said Neaera, wringing her hands.
George stood with his back to the fireplace, and regarded her critically. After a moment’s pause, he said, with a smile,
“I knew it all—and you were not ruined.”
“Ah, you are so good!”
“Nonsense,” said George, with a broader smile.
Neaera looked up at him, and smiled too.