“I don't know that I ever wanted to marry Low, if you mean him,” she said quietly.
“And Dunn wouldn't marry you now.”
“I'm not so sure of that, either.”
“Nellie,” said Wynn excitedly, “do you want to drive me mad? Have you nothing to say—nothing to suggest?”
“Oh, you want me to help you, do you! Why didn't you say that first? Well, go and bring Dunn here.”
“Are you mad? The man has gone already in pursuit of your lover, believing you with him.”
“Then he will the more readily come and talk with me without him. Will you take the invitation—yes or no?”
“Yes, but—”
“Enough. On your way there you will stop at the hotel and give Low a letter from me.”
“Nellie!”