"Much?"
"Very much."
"Enough—well, enough to do anything foolish for?"
"Enough to do things that you would consider would qualify me for a madhouse."
"Ah!"
Mrs. Hadwell drew a long breath and her face fell.
"You might have told me, dear," she said, gently.
"I couldn't, Del. But, anyway, it's not what you think. Why do you ask me all this?"
"Was that why you refused Lighton?"
"No—yes; I would have refused him, anyhow."