"You must be—very rich?" said Cleone, stealing another look at him.
"I am."
"And—supposing you had taken over the debt, who did you think would ever repay you?"
"It never occurred to me."
"And you would have done—all this for a—stranger?"
"No, but because of the promise I gave."
"To me?"
"Yes,—but, as God sees me, I would have looked for no recompense at your hands."
"Never?"
"Never—unless—"