“Oh!” said Kate.
“I daresay he’ll make a very good husband,” said Tarrell patronisingly. “I think you’ll make a nice couple. He’s got a nice home.”
“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,’ and make poor old Raggett happy too.”