Katrine’s eyes glittered.
“Help me in my endeavours, and tell me this—some day if I make the discovery, and am once more in a position to ask you to be my wife—you will listen to me?”
She raised her beautiful eyes to his, and he caught her hand.
It was withdrawn, and she said softly:
“I am sorry you should think me so sordid.”
“Then you love me,” he cried.
“I made no such confession. The man to whom I give my hand will not be chosen for the sake of his money.”
“Then I may hope?” he cried.
“Mr Capel, is it not your duty to find your fortune?”
“Yes, but let me say, our fortune,” he cried.