“I could not sleep, because I was thinking of you! I was at my window, and I saw you when you returned, and I saw the young fellow who left you at the steps.”
“Oh!” She looked at him for a moment; then a slow smile formed itself on her lips. “Then you, I suppose, do not care to count yourself any longer as my friend?”
“Why not?” He looked at her with a new boldness. “I am a man of the world. Dick can’t do anything more for you, but is there any reason why you and I should not be good friends?”
“I think you are making a mistake,” she answered quietly. “Dick fully intends to marry me. I am not the sort of girl you seem to think.”
“And last night?”
“Was my own affair.”
“Very well,” he rose reluctantly, “I suppose there isn’t anything more to say. So you will marry Dick?”
“Yes.”
“And starve with him?”
“Perhaps.”