"Can't he do that and still leave things as they are?"
"He seems to think he can't."
"I don't see why. If I have to owe the money to any one, I'd rather owe it to Davenant."
"So should I."
"Do you really want to marry him?"
The question startled her. "Marry him? Who?"
There was a look almost of humor in Guion's forlorn eyes. "Well, I didn't mean Davenant. I didn't suppose there was any—"
"Papa, darling," she hastened to say, "as things are at present I'd rather not marry any one at all. There's so much for me to do in getting life on another footing for us both that marriage seems to belong to another kind of world."
He raised himself on his elbow, turning toward her. "Then why don't you tell him so?"
"I have; but he won't take that as a reason. And, besides, I've said I would marry him if he'd give up this wild project—"