He smoked on as if he thought it was nothing. As a business fact he knew the place was already mortgaged for all it was worth.
“Oh, how can we ever thank you enough?”
Travis glanced at her when she spoke. He flushed when he heard her place a slight accent on the we. She glanced at him and then looked into the fire. But in their glances which met, they both saw that the other knew and understood.
“And by the way, Cousin Alethea,” said Travis after a while, “of course it is not necessary to let Alice know anything of this business. It will only worry her unnecessarily.”
“Of course not,” said Mrs. Westmore.