"Well, go on."
"That then—well—maybe if I offered her all that I had been able to save up to then—you see I thought maybe I might be able to borrow some from some one too—that she might be willing to go away and not make me marry her—just live somewhere and let me help her."
"I see. But she wouldn't agree to that?"
"Well, no—not to my not marrying her, no—but to going up there for a month, yes. I couldn't get her to say that she would let me off."
"But did you at that or any other time before or subsequent to that say that you would come up there and marry her?"
"No, sir. I never did."
"Just what did you say then?"
"I said that ... as soon as I could get the money," stuttered Clyde at this point, so nervous and shamed was he, "I would come for her in about a month and we could go away somewhere until—until—well, until she was out of that."
"But you did not tell her that you would marry her?"
"No, sir. I did not."