"I wonder if she'd do the same for you," pondered Edgar aloud, as he rang for breakfast.
"She may try. Don't you want to know her fault?" asked Claudia, with a straight glance.
"Perhaps I know it."
"Perhaps you do." The acknowledgment was faintly puzzled. "But you like her, don't you?"
"Very much."
"She's almost good enough for you to marry." Claudia was reflective.
"Oh, not quite?" innocently asked Edgar. "No, I suppose not." He was too well-acquainted with Claudia to be drawn, even if he had supposed her to be angling for an admission, which she was not.
"Is she rich?"
"I've no idea."
"I shall find out. I think she's poor. And that's one reason why this fault of hers is a danger."