“I’m not.”
He grew thoughtful. “Oh, then, of course—. It only seems a little odd,” he added drily, “that in that case, the protest should have come from Mrs. Gillow.”
“Instead of coming from my millionaire bridegroom, Oh, I haven’t any; in that respect I’m as free as you.”
“Well, then—? Haven’t we only got to stay free?”
Susy drew her brows together anxiously. It was going to be rather more difficult than she had supposed.
“I said I was as free in that respect. I’m not going to marry—and I don’t suppose you are?”
“God, no!” he ejaculated fervently.
“But that doesn’t always imply complete freedom....”
He stood just above her, leaning his elbow against the hideous black marble arch that framed his fireless grate. As she glanced up she saw his face harden, and the colour flew to hers.
“Was that what you came to tell me?” he asked.