“That’s why I’m going to marry him,” said Kate. “Do you think it’s wrong to marry a man for that?”
“That’s your business,” said Tarrell coldly; “speaking for myself, and not wishing to hurt your feelings, I shouldn’t like to marry a girl like that.”
“You mean you wouldn’t like to marry me?” said Kate softly.
She leaned forward as she spoke, until her breath fanned his face.
“That’s what I do mean,” said Tarrell, with a suspicion of doggedness in his voice.
“Not even if I asked you on my bended knees?” said Kate. “Aren’t you glad you’re cured?”
“Yes,” said Tarrell manfully.
“So am I,” said the girl; “and now that you are happy, just go down to the ‘Jolly Sailor’s,’ and make poor old Raggett happy too.”
“How?” ask Tarrell.
“Tell him that I have only been having a joke with him,” said Kate, surveying him with a steady smile. “Tell him that I overheard him and father talking one night, and that I resolved to give them both a lesson. And tell them that I didn’t think anybody could have been so stupid as they have been to believe in it.”