Florence shook her head.
“I should be glad to help my uncle,” she said, “but I cannot agree to marry you.”
“Why not?” he demanded, roughly.
“Because I do not love you, and never shall,” she responded, firmly.
“In other words, you refuse to do the only thing that will restore our uncle to health and happiness?”
“It is too much to ask.” Then, fixing her eyes upon him keenly: “Why should uncle insist upon this marriage? Is it not because you have influenced him in the matter?”
“No,” answered Curtis, falsely. “He has some secret reason, which he will not disclose to me, for desiring it.”
Florence had learned to distrust the words of her wily cousin.
“May I not see him?” she asked. “Perhaps he will tell me.”
“No; I cannot permit it.”