She turned away from him again feeling that if she allowed her eyes to meet his she could not long withhold her confidence.
"I suppose your husband let you guess that there was trouble, so that you made the offer spontaneously, and then he accepted it."
"Well—yes—no—almost."
Still she hesitated, standing by the writing-table, and idly turning over the papers.
"I saw that he was worried and harassed and that something was wearing upon him, and I did so want to help him! I thought it might—no I will not say that."
"But it will not help matters to throw good money after bad," answered Brett thoughtfully. "Believe me, there is no more chance of saving this money you mean to give him, than all the other millions that have gone through his hands—gone heaven knows where."
"Millions?"
There was surprise in her tone.
"I am afraid so," answered Brett, as though he had no reason in making any correction in his estimate.
"You must tell me all you can, all you know," said Marion, turning to him again.