Saxton nodded, and then looked at him reflectively.
"Miss Heathcote's kind of pretty," he said.
"I suggested once already that we should get on better if you left Miss Heathcote out."
"You did. Still, when I've anything to say, it is scarcely a hint of that kind that's going to stop me. I guess you know she has quite a pile of dollars?"
Brooke's face flushed. "I don't, and it does not concern me in the least."
"She has, anyway. Devine's wife brought him a pile, and I heard one sister had the same as the other. Now, you ought to feel obliged to me."
Brooke straightened himself a trifle in his chair. "I don't wish to be unpleasant, but you have gone quite as far as is advisable. Can't you see the thing you are suggesting is quite out of the question?"
Saxton surveyed him critically. "Well," he said, reflectively, "I have seen better-looking men—quite a few of them, and you're blame hard to get on with, but there are women who don't expect too much."
Brooke's face was growing flushed, but he realized that nothing short of physical violence was likely to restrain his visitor, and he laughed.
"You will, of course, believe what pleases you," he said. "Are you going to stay here to-night?"