"Yes, I guess that was your point of view. You're frank about it, ain't you?"
"One may be about a lost illusion."
"There's more than one way for a girl to make a fortune. Maybe you and I can do business. So you were one of those models when you first met my son?"
Win would not have been flesh and blood if that shot had not told, especially after the old man's funny catechizing had lured her amusingly away from suspicion. She quivered, and a bright colour stained her cheeks. Nevertheless those peering eyes found no guilt in her look.
"Yes," she answered bravely. "He bought a dress from us for his sister."
"One excuse is as good as another for a young fellow. What else did he do?"
"Gave us patent medicine. We were all dreadfully seasick."
"You don't mean to tell me he fell in love with you when you were seasick?"
"I don't mean to tell you that he fell in love with me at all, Mr. Rolls."
"I guess you didn't mean to. But, you see, I made you own up."