“I—I thought,” he answered, very much embarrassed, “that you would want to know how you stood.”
“Yes, I am very much obliged, but I am afraid I don’t. Are you acting now as Mr. Fenway’s agent, or as my friend?”
“As your friend,” he replied earnestly.
“Do you believe the insinuations this man has dared to make? That I am not a proper wife for his son?”
“Well, I—I—only want you to know that if you marry the boy, his father will not give him another dollar.”
“Do you believe what he believes of me?”
“I think that you are too pretty to——”
“Do you believe these things?”
“What were you doing out of the hotel until three o’clock this morning?”
“I—I——”