"But I'm not proposing that you injure anyone—or proposing to do it myself. As I said, I've got up where I can afford to be good and kind and all that. And I'm willing to jump you up over the stretch of the climb that can't be crossed without being—well, anything but good and kind."
She was reflecting.
"You'll never get over that stretch by yourself. It'll always turn you back."
"Just what do you propose?" she asked.
It gave her pleasure to see the keen delight her question, with its implication of hope, aroused in him. Said he:
"That we go to Europe together and stay over there several years—as long as you like as long as it's necessary. Stay till our pasts have disappeared—work ourselves in with the right sort of people. You say you're not married?"
"Not to the man I'm with."
"To somebody else?"
"I don't know. I was."
"Well—that'll be looked into and straightened out. And then we'll quietly marry."