why I telegraphed to you.”
“What!”
She gave me a look.
“Do you mean to say you refuse to help me, Bertie?”
“No; but—I say!”
“It’s quite simple.”
“But even if I—What I mean is—Of course, anything I can do—but—if you know what I mean—”
“You say you want to marry me, Bertie?”
“Yes, of course; but still—”
For a moment she looked exactly like her old father.
“I will never marry you if those Recollections are published.”
“But, Florence, old thing!”
“I mean it. You may look on it as a test, Bertie. If you have the resource and courage to carry this thing through, I will take it as evidence that you are not the vapid and shiftless person most people think