"I was sent to bring you into camp, to 'get' you, Charley. I did not want to—I did not! I was afraid I would!"
"I don't think I quite understand."
His face was white, his voice low and clear, his eye full on hers.
"I was sent out for you, Charley—by my own husband! You know it, we both knew it. I suppose he's been waiting somewhere for me to get word to him that I had done what I was told to do—that I had got you in hand, willing to renounce everything that you held good in your own life. Well, it's too late, now! I'm glad!"
"He sent you out after me!—With what restrictions—?"
"None. He didn't care how. He told me he didn't. That's why I've been keeping away from you. I was afraid I'd win—I was afraid I'd save all this."
She nodded her head, including the splendors of the mansion house, its view of the lake, all the gracious, delicate ministries of Wealth.
VII
"Good God!" Halsey broke out. "The man who would do that is not worth a woman's second thought."
"Of course not. And the woman who would do that—?"