“Why, I don't know. We'll have to think.”
“It's your father and Mr. Hickman I have to deal with, Miss Gladys. And they won't listen to me any more!”
“Perhaps not. But, then, see how much you have done already!”
“What have I done?”
“Think how ashamed you have made them!”
“But what difference does that make, Miss Gladys? Don't you see they've still got the money they've taken?”
There was a pause. “This is something I have been thinking,” said Samuel gravely. “I've had this great burden laid upon me, and I must carry it. I have to see the thing through to the end. And I'm afraid it will be painful to you. You may feel that you can't possibly marry me.”
At these words Miss Gladys gave a wild start. She stared at him in consternation. “Marry you!” she gasped.
“Yes,” he said; and then, seeing the look upon her face, he stopped.
“Marry you!” she panted again.