"Don't persist, Arthur," she said, "or you will make me think it is only my money that makes you, that made you, pretend to--to care for me." He drew back sharply.

"Janet!" he exclaimed.
"Of course, I don't think so," she continued, after a constrained silence.

"But I can't find any other reason for your talking and acting as you have this morning." He tried to see from her point of view.

"Maybe it's true," he said, "that other things than our love have had too much to do with it, with both of us, in the past.

But I love you for yourself alone, now, Janet.