She beat one hand against the other as she pressed them against her breast. "Don't you see? It had to be that way. I couldn't see all that money come right—come right into sight—and not wish—just for that minute—that I could have it. Could I, now?"
"No; I don't suppose you could, Rosie—being what you are. But, you see, I thought you were something else."
"Oh no, Claude, you didn't. You've known all along—"
"You mean, I thought I knew all along! But I find I didn't. I find that you're only willing to marry me because Thor wouldn't take you."
"He couldn't take me after I said I'd die for you. How could he?"
"And how can I—after you've said you were willing—!" He threw out his arms with a gesture. "Oh, Rosie, what do you think I feel?"
She crept a little nearer. "I should think you'd feel pity, Claude."
"So I do—for myself. One's always sorry for a fool. But you haven't told me everything yet. You haven't told me what he said about me."
She tried to recollect herself. "About you, Claude? Oh yes. He asked me what our relation was to each other, and I said I didn't know. And then he asked me if you were going to marry me, and I said I didn't know that, either. And then he said not to be afraid, because—because—"
"Because he'd make—"