“Settles what?”
“Why, you’ll go with me!”
“No.”
“What do you mean?”
“I told you I’m not ready yet.”
There was a silence while Hillyer, buoyed up with new hope, made some hurried calculations.
“Then listen, Marion!” he said. “I’ll go to Denver, and come back in a week or ten days. I’ll arrange things so that I can stay here until––”
“Oh, Robert! You won’t understand.”
He stared at her blankly.