"Her husband?"
"Yes, that is the favor."
Francis Prime stood confounded, as if he were doubting either his sanity or that of his companion.
"Her husband? Wishes me to become her husband?"
"Why not? She loves you."
"She is an old lady, you told me."
"Did I? I was trying to conceal from you then that she is young and excessively beautiful. I will tell you more. She is worth four millions in her own right."
"What is her name?"
"That I will tell you also,—Miss Virginia Harlan."