"That's better," said he approvingly.
"And I've burnt my bridges behind me," pursued she. "There's nothing for me now but to go ahead."
"Which road?" inquired he carelessly.
"The career," cried she. "There's no other for me. Of course I COULD marry Stanley, when he's free, as he would be before very long, if I suggested it. Yes, I could marry him."
"Could you?" observed he.
"Doesn't he love me?"
"Undoubtedly."
"Then why do you say he would not marry me?" demanded she.
"Did I say that?"
"You insinuated it. You suggested that there was a doubt."