“Yes, if I can.”
They were both silent for a moment.
“All right!” he said. “If she can be as easily turned as that, it had better be done before it’s too late.... But I don’t believe you can. I’m not afraid to have you try. I trust—Andrée.”
“I’m going to England and Germany on—business. I’ll be gone about two months.”
“And will you promise not to write to her or to see her for two months?”
“I’ll have to see her once before I go, to explain. That’ll be to-day. After that, I’ll—” He paused and smiled a little, very kindly. “You’ll have your chance, Mrs. Vincelle!”
She rose and held out her hand, and he took it, rather timidly.
“Good-bye!” she said.
“But—if you find you can’t change her—” he said. “At the end of two months—will you consent to our being married?”