He patted her shoulder, and there was laughter in his voice as he said, "But I never professed to be trustworthy."
"Oh, I know you used to—" She laughed and kissed his cheek. "Never mind. I've heard. But while you were engaged to me—about to marry me—why, you simply couldn't!"
"Couldn't what?" inquired he.
"Do you want me to tell you what he said?"
"I think I know. But do as you like."
"Maybe I'd better tell you. I seem to want to get rid of it."
"Then do."
"It was about that girl." She sat upright and looked at him for encouragement. He nodded. She went on: "He said that if I asked you, you would not dare deny you were—were—giving her money."
"Her and her father."
She shrank, startled. Then her lips smiled bravely, and she said, "He didn't say anything about her father."