"He's going to propose," said Miss Hallard.
"He's not," retorted Sally.
"I'm perfectly certain he is. He's been excited about something all the evening. He's come into some money or something. He talked to-night as if he could buy up all the art treasures in the kingdom."
"You think he's going to buy me up?"
"He's going to make his offer. What'll you do?"
"Well—what can I do? Would you marry him?"
"That's not the question. There's no chance of him asking me. You can't speculate on whether you'll marry a man until he asks you—your mind is biassed before then."
"I don't believe you'd marry any one," said Sally.
"It's quite probable," she replied laconically.
Sally began to take off her hat again. "I'm not going out with him," she said. "I shall hate it."