"Do you know what she wants me to do?" he said. He was very white now. He had thrown prudence to the winds.
"What?"
"You will not like it when I tell you; but you must at least exonerate me: I am obliged to be frank."
"Say what you please; I am willing to listen."
Trevor dropped once more into a chair.
"When I last saw her she made a proposal to me. It was not the first time; it was the second. She wanted me to marry—"
"I know," said Florence; "she wants you to marry Kitty. But why not? She is so sweet; she is the dearest girl in all the world."
"Hush!" said Trevor. "I do not love her, nor does she love me. I can scarcely bear to tell you all this. It is sacrilegious to think of marriage under such circumstances, and above all things to mention it in connection with a girl like Miss Sharston."
Florence found tears springing to her eyes.
"You are very good," she said, "too good, to sit here and talk to me. Of course, if you don't love Kitty, there is an end of it. Are you quite sure?"