“I know she does.”
“And that you’ll lose the Towers.”
Bill owned ruefully that he knew that too.
“Doesn’t it worry you any?”
Bill was silent a moment, then shook his head and said cheerfully, no.
“Well, it worries me, I’ll tell the world.”
He frowned a little. Something in the nature of a cloud passed over his sunny mind. Mame this morning hardly seemed to be quite so entertaining as usual. “Why worry,” he said, “over things one can’t help?”
It was Mame’s turn to be silent. The frown that gathered about her honest face was more portentous than the one upon Bill’s. “Things have got to be helped, it seems to me.” She spoke slowly. It was as if the words tore her lips.
“I don’t quite see how at the moment.”
“There’s just one way. I’ve been thinking it out. We mustn’t marry.” The serious depth of Mame’s tone added detonating power to this thunderbolt.