I fancied I was in love with her.

I proposed marriage.

Then, and not until then, did the ghost of Mr."-- Grant bent forward, and consulted the card--"Mr.Isidor G.Ingerman intrude." "So marriage was out of the question ?" "If you expect an answer--yes." Ingerman rested the handle of his stick against his lips.
"That isn't how the situation was represented to me at the time," he said thoughtfully.
Grant was still sore with the recollection of the way in which the superintendent of police had forced him to confess the pitiful scheme whereby a woman in love had sought to gain her ends.

He refused to sully her memory a second time that day, even to gain the upper hand in this troublesome controversy.
"I neither know nor care what representations may have been made to you," he retorted.

"I merely tell you the literal truth." "Possibly.