"You don't mean to tell me anything about it?"
"Really, I don't see why I should. Well, if you like—I want to marry her."
Mina had really known this well for a long while, yet she did not like to hear it. She had been spinning fancies about the man; what he had in his mind for himself was very prosaic. At least it seemed so to her—though she would have appreciated the dramatic side of it, had he told her of his idea of living with the big check by him.
"I can't help thinking that somehow you'll do something more exciting than that."
"She won't marry me?" He was not looking at her, and he spoke rather absently.
"I don't suppose she'll refuse you, but—no, I've just a feeling. I can't explain."
"A feeling? What feeling?" He was irritable, but his attention was caught again.
"That something more's waiting for you."
"That it's my business to go on affording you amusement perhaps?"