"That wouldn't make any difference to us. The facts would be the same."
"Then, as far as I see, I've done more harm than good."
"You've helped papa."
"But I haven't helped you."
"As I understand it, you didn't want to."
"I didn't want to—to do the reverse."
"Perhaps it wouldn't be the reverse if you could condescend to let me do something for you. It would be the fair exchange which is no robbery. That's why I suggest that if I'm to have that—that life over there—you should profit by its advantages."
He shook his head violently. "No, Miss Guion. Please don't think of it. It's out of the question. I wish you'd let me say once for all that you owe me nothing. I shall never accept anything from you—never!"
"Oh!" It was the protest of one who has been hurt.
"I'll take that back," he said, instantly. "There is something you can do for me and that I should like. Marry your Englishman, Miss Guion, and do what you said just now—go away and be happy. If you want to give me a reward, I'll take that."