"May I ask one question?" he inquired.
"I will not promise to answer it." She still looked away from him.
"I hope you will. Do you mean to lend this money to some one? If it were an ordinary payment you would certainly not want it in notes in the house."
"How do you know?" asked Marion with some impatience.
"Because no human man of business with whom I have ever had anything to do likes to trot about town with a hundred thousand dollars' worth of notes in his pocket. And there is very little doubt in my mind about what you mean to do with the money. You mean to give it to your husband. Am I right?"
Mrs. Darche blushed a little and a shade of annoyance crossed her face.
"Why should I tell you what I am to do with it?" she asked.
"Because I am your legal adviser," answered Brett without hesitating, "and I may give you some good advice."
"Thank you, I do not want any advice."
Another pause followed this declaration, which only seemed to confirm the lawyer in his surmises.