"Does he—do you think he——"
"Cares for you?"
"Yes!"
Doctor Barnes replied with extreme difficulty. "We'll say he does care—that he cares immensely."
She nodded. "I wanted to be fair," said she. "I'm glad I can talk to some one I can trust."
"What makes you think you can trust me?" blustered Doctor Barnes. "And you're so Puritan foolish, you're going to marry this man? You think that is right?"
"He took me in, when I deceived him. I owe my life to him. He's never once hinted or laughed since I came here. Why, he's a gentleman."
She turned her head away. "Perhaps he would never know," she added.
"Something to take on," commented Doctor Barnes grimly.
"I'd try very hard," she went on. "I'd try to do my best. Mrs. Jensen says I could learn a great many things. She has an aunt that's—that has lost her eyesight. It may be my place in the world—here. I want to carry my own weight in the world—or else I want to die."