"He—he's very prompt, isn't he, and most—"
And then we laughed together.
"You notice the letter was marked personal?" Obermuller said. He was still standing beside me.
"No—was it?" I got up, too, and began to pull on my gloves; but my fingers shook so I couldn't do a thing with them.
"Oh, yes, it was. That's why I showed it to you. Nance—Nance, don't you see that there's only one way out of this? There's only one woman in the world that would do this for me and that I could take it from."
I clasped my hands helplessly. Oh, what could I do, Maggie, with him there and his arms ready for me!
"I—I should think you'd be afraid," I whispered. I didn't dare look at him.
He caught me to him then.
"Afraid you wouldn't care for an old fellow like me?" he laughed. "Yes, that's the only fear I had. But I lost it, Nancy, Nancy Obermuller, when you flung that paper down before me. That's quite two hours ago—haven't I waited long enough?"