Raymer looked away.
"I don't know just how you'd like to have me answer that, Kenneth. How much or how little do you know of what happened?"
"Nothing at all"—shortly.
"Well, it was Margery who wrought the miracle, of course. I don't know, yet, just how she did it; but it was done, and done right."
"And you have asked her to marry you?"
"Suffering Scott! how you do come at a man! Yes, I asked her, if you've got to know."
"Well?" snapped Griswold.
"She—she turned me down, Kenneth; got up and walked all over me. That's a horrible thing to make me say, but it's the truth."
"I don't understand it, Raymer. Was it the No that means No?"
"I don't understand it either," returned the iron-founder, with grave naïveté. "And, yes, I guess she meant it. But that reminds me. She knew I was looking for you and she gave me a note—let me see, I've got it here somewhere; oh, yes, here it is—gilt monogram and all."