“And you still love me?” she murmured, still amazed.
As she gazed at him there shot into her a poignant pang of pity for this splendid figure, tottering on the edge of the abyss. For an instant she thought only of him.
“You asked me a moment ago to suppress the paper,” she cried impulsively. “Shall I do it?”
“I now ask nothing,” said he.
“No—no—I can’t suppress the paper!” she said in anguish. “That would be to leave father disgraced, and Mr. Bruce disgraced, and the city——But what are you going to do?”
“I do not know. This has come so suddenly. I have had no time to think.”
“You must at least have time to think! If you had an hour—two hours?”
There was a momentary flash of hope in his eyes.
“If I had an hour——”
“Then we’ll delay the paper!” she cried.