“Well, then?”
“I don’t like it, Katharine dear—I don’t like it.”
“Then you can never marry me at all, Jack. At least, I’m afraid not.”
“Never?” Ralston’s expression changed suddenly.
“There’s another reason, Jack dear. I didn’t want to speak of it—now.”
CHAPTER IV.
Ralston said nothing at first. Then he looked at Katharine as though expecting that she should speak again and explain her meaning, in spite of her having said that she had not meant to do so.
“What is this other reason?” he asked, after a long pause.
“It would take so long to tell you all about it,” she answered, thoughtfully. “And even if I did, I am not sure that you would understand. It belongs—well—to quite another set of ideas.”
“It must be something rather serious if it means marriage now, or marriage never.”