"Does he not succeed in making himself sufficiently agreeable to you? I can assure you, at any rate, that you have succeeded in being agreeable to him. He says he would be fain to get you if you had not a cent to your name. Can a man say more than that?"
"I do not know that he can."
"Then what is your fault to him?"
"I find no fault with him. On the contrary----"
"Then why won't you marry him?"
"Because I could not like him in that way."
"What can a girl like you know about the marrying way?"
"I know that I could not marry Mr. Considine."
"Why? Is there some one else?"
Mary's face flushed hotly and her eyes fell.