"Then I suppose my father was right," she said, sighing.
"I suppose he was," Deane answered.
She held out her hand. "Very well, Stirling," she said, "let it be so. Our engagement is broken, and I will see that the proper steps are taken to announce it. But I want you to understand this from me, that if you had cared, if I could have seen any signs whatever of your caring, no word of my father's, nor anything that could have happened to you in the city or elsewhere, any disgrace or any loss of money, could have separated us."
He took a step towards her. "Olive!" he exclaimed.
"No!" she said, a little sharply, and rang the bell.
He turned and walked out. In the hall he passed Lord Nunneley. "We have arranged it according to your wish, sir," he said, "your daughter and I."
Lord Nunneley looked at him curiously. Deane had the look of a man who has been hard hit.
"I am sorry, Deane. I hope you understand there's nothing personal in it."
"I understand!" said Deane, briefly.