"Your confidence does me great honor."
"As a rule I don't take these people seriously," the girl hurried on. "I have no more interest in them or their opinions than I have in last week's newspapers. But I want them all to know that they have not fooled me into marrying Karl. And you all want me to marry him—you all want to throw me into his arms."
"Pardon me——" Millar interrupted, but she went on, unheeding.
"Don't you think I can see through your transparent schemes? But I'll marry him just the same, if he'll have me. Do you understand? I'll marry him."
"I do not think you will," Millar said quietly.
"I tell you I am going to be Karl's wife," Elsa cried with emphasis.
"Now that you have graced me with your confidence," Millar said, rising, "I feel that I may be quite frank with you. This marriage cannot take place."
He pointed to the chair he had vacated and smiled.
"Now, you sit down, because I am going to set you right," he said.
Wonderingly, Elsa obeyed. Millar called a servant who was passing, and said: