"I suppose she has; yes, she certainly has money. But that doesn't make any difference—to her or to me."
"It is simply idyllic!" was the ecstatic comment. "After all this there remains but one other possible contingency. Has she a willing mind, Mr. Ford?"
They had reached the steps of the Nadia, and the others had gone within. Ford looked soberly into the depths of the laughing eyes and said: "I would give all my chances of success in this Pacific Southwestern affair to be able to say 'yes' to that."
The station gong was clanging the departure signal for the New York train, and he swung her lightly up to the step of the car.
"Good-by," she said, turning to smile down upon him. And then, "I don't believe you, you know; not the least bit in the world."
"Why don't you?" he demanded.
"Because the woman doesn't live who would be worth such a sacrifice as that would be—to Mr. Stuart Ford."
And this was her leave-taking.