"I know, but that doesn't mean he is going to marry her."
At that moment I felt almost contemptuous of her intelligence. I knew what folly she had done.
"When a man is after a woman's money," said I, "he's said good-bye to the faintest sense of honor. He'll marry her right enough. She wrote, of course?"
"She said she would."
"Did she say anything about me?"
"Nothing at first."
"But she said something?"
"Yes—she wanted to know why you had come all that way to tell her what you did."
"Well—"
"I told her it was because you were different to every other man I had ever met except one."