puzzle to him. He kept thinking what a mistress of a mansion she would make.
“Why do you say these things?” he asked suddenly.
“Because I want you to do well here in Washington.”
“General philanthropy?”
“No, special.” Her eyes were bright with meaning.
‚ÄúThen you care‚ÅÝ‚Äîfor me?‚Äù
“Yes.”
He bent forward and cast the die.
“Enough to marry me?”
She answered very calmly and certainly:
“Yes.”
He leaned toward her. And then between him and her lips a dark and shadowy face; two great storm-swept eyes looked into his out of a world of infinite pain, and he dropped his head in hesitation and shame, and kissed her hand.
Miss Wynn thought him delightfully bashful.