“None, sir. The barrier between us can never be broken.”
“And what is that barrier?” he said, a mighty despair getting its grasp upon him, for he noted the deadly earnestness of her speech.
“The obstacle is Paul,” she confessed.
“Your big-limbed model?” He would not believe it.
“Even so,” said the woman, as she bowed her head.
“And how is he in my way? Would you stoop to him?”
“Stoop, sir,” she said, her pride returning, “I have sworn to marry him.”
He staggered with a nameless fear.
“But you do not love him,” he said. “You cannot blind me.”