“Of course,” she interrupted. “But don't you think that after parting with you on such—such—inimical terms, there would be a difficulty in resuming relations?”
“A man like me would do anything for money—don't you see?”
After a pause she asked:
“And would you care for that argument to be used?”
“As long as you know better!”
His voice vibrated—she drew back disturbed, as if unexpectedly he had touched her.
“What can there be at stake?” she began, wonderingly.
“A kingdom,” said Lingard.
Mrs. Travers leaned far over the rail, staring, and their faces, one above the other, came very close together.
“Not for yourself?” she whispered.