"Some day, may I ask Cynthia to visit me?"
"Dearest girl! Of course! Isn't it your house——"
"Silverwood?"
"Certainly——"
"No, Jim."
"What on earth do you mean?"
"What I say. Silverwood is not yet even partly mine. It must remain entirely yours—until I know you—better."
"Why on earth do you say such silly——"
"What is yours must remain yours," she repeated, in a low voice, "just as my shop, and office, and my apartment must remain mine—for a time."