Mr. Chambers considered Allen's strongly masculine face. "You'll win her in the end, as you've won everything else—by fighting right on. There's no one that ranks higher with her than you."
"She's told me if an edict were passed compelling her to marry to-morrow, I'd be the man. But—she's not eager for the edict."
"You've won her head, at least. That's progress."
"Not even all her head. She disapproves of my ideas. She made that clear to me again yesterday. I tell you, I do wish her concern in St. Christopher's and such things could be—well, at least lessened quite a bit."
"That's hardly possible—her concern is too deeply rooted." Mr. Chambers shook his head reminiscently. "She has it from her mother."
"Yes, but the strength with which she holds to it—that she has from you. I suppose there is little chance of uprooting her convictions. But—I feel I've gained one concession."
"Yes?"
"She's promised at the end of five weeks to give me her yes or no."
Mr. Chambers leaned forward and grasped Allen's hand. "You know which answer I want. And I'm sure it will be that."
They looked at each other steadily a moment, then settled back into their chairs.