"Am I to understand that you are introducing or continuing a topic?" she asked.
He laughed, too. They were as willing to play with the subject as children are to play with flowers.
"I am continuing it," he affirmed.
"Really?"
"And you know it."
"Do I?"
"From the first moment that I laid eyes on you, all the time that I was writing to Honora and really was trying to snare your interest, and after she came here,--even when I absurdly commanded you not to write to me,--and now, every moment since you set foot in my wild country, what have I done but say: 'Kate, will you stay with me?'"
"And will I?" mused Kate. "What do you offer?"
She once had asked the same question of McCrea.
"A faulty man's unchanging love."