"I know," said Beatrice. "Things look black just now. With the wheat market falling——"
"What do you know about the market?" Mowbray asked in surprise.
"I read the newspapers and hear the boys talk. They're brave and take it carelessly, but one feels——"
Mowbray gave her a keen glance.
"That I'd like to help you in any way I can. So far, I've taken all you have given me and done nothing in return."
"You can help," he answered slowly. "It would ease my mind if you married Brand."
"Oh!" she exclaimed. "Not that! I'm sorry, but it's impossible."
He made a gesture of resignation.
"Well, I can't force you."