"He has had the good fortune," Brooks said, with a note of satire in his tone, "to attract your sympathies."
"Why not? I struck hard enough at him, and he has borne me no ill-will. He even made friends with Selina and my uncle to induce me to accept his well, conscience money."
"I need not ask you what the result was," Brooks said. "You declined it, of course."
She looked at him thoughtfully.
"I refused it at first, as you know," she said. "Since then, well, I have wavered."
He looked at her blankly.
"You mean—that you have contemplated—accepting it?"
"Why not? There is reason in it. I do not say that I have accepted it, but at any rate I see nothing which should make you look upon my possible acceptance as a heinous thing."
He was silent for a moment.
"May I ask you then what the position is?"