"He said he was in love with me himself—and that if I hadn't been in love with you—"
He was able to help her out. "That he'd have married you."
She nodded, piteously.
"And you said—?"
"Oh, Claude, what's the use?" She gathered her forces together. "I didn't say anything—not then."
"But you told him afterward that you were willing to marry him whether you were in love with me or not."
"No; not like that. I—I really didn't say anything at all."
"You just let him see it."
Again she nodded. "He said it himself. He could see—he could see how I felt—that it was like a temptation to me—that it was like bread and water held out to a starving man."
"That is, that the money was?"