She put out her hand as if to silence him.
“That is out of the question,” she said. “I suppose there are other ways of earning money?”
“There are,” he murmured, softly.
“I am young and strong,” she said. “Other women have to work. What do they do? Needlework——”
She looked at her hands with a smile that was like the glint of her old light-hearted one.
He shook his head.
“That, too, is out of the question,” he said. “But there are still other ways. I believe—indeed, I have heard—that you are very accomplished, Miss Marlowe.”
“Am I?” said Doris, simply.
“I believe that you are a musician, and that you speak several languages——”
“Yes,” she said, as simply as before. “Ah, how much I owe to him! I understand it better now—now that it is too late to thank him,” and she turned her head away.