“But you don't understand,” she pleaded earnestly.
“On the contrary, I understand perfectly,” I assured her. “And the reason I am not disturbed is—you are here, you are not with him.”
She lowered her head so that I had no view of her face.
“You and he do not marry,” I went on, “because you are both poor?”
“No,” she replied.
“Because he does not care for you?”
“No—not that,” she said.
“Because you thought he hadn't enough for two?”
A long pause, then—very faintly: “No—not that.”
“Then it must be because he hasn't as much money as he'd like, and must find a girl who'll bring him—what he most wants.”