“This is part of Miss Merri––”
“She loves him too?” cried Jinnie, staggering back.
“Yes, and he—well, you saw his letter yesterday.”
“Yes, I saw it,” breathed Jinnie with swift coming breath.
“Miss Merriweather thinks Theodore might still feel his obligations to you unless you––”
“Does she know he asked me to marry him?” In spite of her agony, she thrilled in memory.
“Yes, and he told me, too. But Miss Merriweather intends to marry him herself, and all she wants is to wipe thoughts of you from his mind.”
A powerful argument swept from her lips.
“It wouldn’t make any difference to him about me if he loved her.”
“You’re an analytical young miss,” said Morse with one of his disagreeable smiles.