She pressed one hand to her forehead, her eyes on the ground. I watched her, an unasked question trembling on my lips. Suddenly she looked up again, her cheeks flushed.
"You were going to suggest that I go with you, were you not?" she asked swiftly. "That I play the wife's part? Why did n't you ask it?"
"Because I lacked courage," I replied frankly, yet leaning eagerly toward her. "I was afraid you would take such a proposition wrongly."
"Then you retain some respect for me; some faith in my character?"
"I certainly do," earnestly.
"And you see nothing wrong in carrying out your part? You mean to go to Carrollton with someone—a woman?"
"I—I agreed to the terms—yes."
She drew a long breath, her eyes upon mine.
"Then I will go also," she said soberly, and held out her hand.
"You mean that?"