“Put the money in the bank. And forget this experiment.”
Darcy stretched out desperate hands toward the big, blessed mirror.
“And give up that Me?”
“Perhaps you never could be that. It’s only a chance at best.”
“But it is a chance. You said it was a chance yourself.”
“Yes; but—”
“And now are you going to take that away from me?”
Gloria’s eyes were doubtful. “Is it worth two thousand big, round, hard, beautiful dollars? Just the bare chance of it?”
“Two million,” declared Darcy with impassioned conviction.
“Then you’re determined to be a fool about this?”