“Still fascinated, I see, by the new science, my dear Pauline,” he said. “I met your professor outside. He has a fine new motor-car. I imagine that after all he has discovered the way to extract money from science.”
Pauline shrugged her shoulders.
“Those are matters which do not concern me,” she said—“I might add, do not interest me. You are the only man I know who disputes Mr. Saton’s position, and you are wrong. He is wonderfully, marvelously gifted.”
Rochester bowed slightly.
“Perhaps,” he said, “I judge the man, and not his attainments.”
“You are very provincial,” she declared. “But come, don’t let us quarrel. You did not come here to talk about Mr. Saton.”
“No!” Rochester answered. “I had something else to say to you.”
His tone excited her curiosity. She looked at him more closely, and realized that he had indeed come upon some mission.
“Well,” she said, “what has happened? Is it——”