"Always money!" he thought; then aloud:
"If you find he means to, Miss Milbrey, do anything you can to prevent it. It wouldn't do at all, you know."
"Thank you, Mr. Bines; I shall remember."
"I—I think that's all—and I'm sorry we're not—our families are not to be friends any more."
She smiled rather painfully, with an obvious effort to be conventional.
"So sorry! Good-bye!"
He looked after her as she drove off. She sat erect, her head straight to the front, her trim shoulders erect, and the whip grasped firmly. He stood motionless until the fat pony had jolted sleepily around the corner.
"Bines, old boy!" he said to himself, "you nearly made one of yourself there. I didn't know you had such ready capabilities for being an ass."