"It would not have answered my purpose," he told her steadily.
She stood up also, her face gone suddenly white.
"You chose this means of—of forcing me to marry you?"
"I chose this means—the only means to my hand—of opening your eyes," he said. "It has not perhaps been over successful. You are still blind to much that you ought to see. But you will understand these things better presently."
"Presently?" she faltered.
"When you are my wife," he said.
She flashed him a swift glance.
"I am to marry you then?"
He held out his hand to her across the table.