"It's a good bit of money," Davenant warned him.
"I know that; but if you'll give us a little leeway—as I know you will—"
"He means," Olivia spoke up, "that he'll sell his property—and whatever else he has—and pay you."
"I don't want that," Davenant said, hastily.
"But I do. It's a point of honor with me not to let another man shoulder—"
"And it's a point of honor with me, Rupert—"
"To stand by me," he broke in, quickly.
"I can't see it that way. What you propose is entirely against my judgment. It's fantastic; it's unreal. I want you to understand that if you attempted to carry it out I shouldn't marry you. Whatever the consequences either to you or to me—I shouldn't marry you."
"And if I didn't attempt it? Would you marry me then?"
She looked up, then down, then at Davenant, then away from him. Finally she fixed her gaze on Ashley.