"No."
He raised his brows.
"You have refused him, then?"
Her face was burning.
"He hasn't proposed to me—yet," she said. "Perhaps he never will."
"I see." His manner was relentless, his hold compelling. "I will defend Burleigh Wentworth," he said, "upon one condition."
"What is that?" she whispered.
"That you marry me," said Percival Field with his steady eyes upon her face.
She was trembling from head to foot.
"You—you—have never seen me before to-day," she said.