"To go back to your idea in marrying me.

You expected me to leave politics." "Why do you think that ?" exclaimed she.
"You told me." "_I_!" "You, yourself.

Have you not said you could not live on what I get as a public man, and that if I were a gentleman I'd not expect you to ?" Margaret stared foolishly at this unescapable inference from her own statements and admissions during his cross-examination.

She began to feel helpless in his hands--and began to respect him whom she could not fool.
"I know," he went on, "you're too intelligent not to have appreciated that either we must live on my salary or I must leave public life." He laughed--a quiet, amused laugh, different from any she had ever heard from him.

Evidently, Joshua Craig in intimacy was still another person from the several Joshua Craigs she already knew.