"I suppose he comes to see you?"
"He comes to see mamma and me. He and Jack are not very good friends."
"What, doesn't Jack like him?"
"He considers St. John overbearing, and St. John thinks Jack an intruder, and possibly of low parentage."
"Is St. John married yet?"
"No."
"And he comes here quite often, you say?"
"Yes."
"Perhaps he is going—that is, he would like to marry you, Marion," blurted out Harry Powell.
At this the girl flushed crimson.