Geoffrey ran his hand along the arm of the chair. "Well, it's all rather difficult to explain. In a way, she did."
"What do you mean by "in a way"?"
"Well — I found she was completely mercenary. Of course, I'd been living in a fool's paradise. I see that now.
"You are wandering from the point, Mr. Billington-Smith."
"Oh, I don't know that I meant anything in particular!" said Geoffrey irritably. "She said she wasn't going to marry me, and that opened my eyes, and I can assure you nothing would induce me to marry her now, however much she may think I'm going to."
"Does she think you are going to?"
"God knows what she thinks. She's one of those, beautiful, utterly soulless fiends. I was blinded by her."
"Why has she changed her mind?" asked Harding.
"Because all she cares for is money. Money! Now Father's dead she thinks I shall be frightfully wealthy though he may have left all his money to Francis for all I know. It wouldn't surprise me in the least; it's just the sort of thing he would do."
"Did Miss de Silva, then, break the engagement for pecuniary reasons?"