“Don’t you know?”
“No. Why are you such a reckless child? You could have seen me in the morning.”
“I came here to make it impossible for you to marry Mary Gordon. I can’t do it, and I feel like a fool.”
He turned away his head.
“I told you before that the rôle of Delilah did not suit you. And if it did, couldn’t you see that I had made up my mind? What sort of a weakling——”
“You didn’t let me finish,” she interrupted him, blushing furiously. “I meant—of course I meant—that I want you to leave with me for Europe to-morrow—we can marry in San Francisco—I must look like a Delilah! Why do the novelists and dramatists arrange these matters so much better than we do?—Oh, what an idiot I am, anyhow!”
“Go back to your room—please do.”
“You won’t marry me to-morrow, then?—good heavens! that I should propose to a man!”
He made no reply.
“I don’t believe you love me a bit.”