"Yesterday. O' course," said Million. "Yesterday I hadn't been put wise to the sort of games he was up to!"
"But——You liked him enough to say you—you were ready to marry him!"
"Yes! And there'd have been a nice thing," retorted the indignant Million. "Fancy if I had a married him. A man like that, who stuffed me up with all those fairy tales! A nice sort of husband for anybody! I can't be grateful enough to Hiram for telling me."
I was too puzzled to say anything. I could only give little gasps at intervals.
"Isn't it a mercy," said Miss Million with real fervour, "that I found him out in time? Why ever d'you look at me like that? It is a mercy, isn't it?"
"Yes. Yes, of course. Only I'm so surprised at your thinking so," I hesitated. "You see, as you really liked Mr. Burke——"
"Well, but I couldn't go on likin' him after I found him out. How could I?" demanded Million briskly. "Would any girl?"
I said: "I should have thought so. I can imagine a girl who, if she really cared for a man, would go on caring——"
"After she found out the sort he was?"
"Yes. She might be very unhappy to find out. But it wouldn't make any other difference——"