"Yes, Bill! What is it you wish to ask me?
I couldn't hear you properly.

We were going too fast." "Is it possible, is it conceivable, that you are thinking of marrying this Frenchman ?" "No," said Sylvia, very quietly, "I am not thinking of marrying the Comte de Virieu.

But he is my friend.

I--I like and respect him.

No, Bill, you need not fear that the Comte de Virieu will ever ask me to become his wife." "But if he did ?" asked Chester, hoarsely.
"You have no right to ask me such a question," she answered, passionately; and then, after a pause, she added, in a low voice: "But if he did, I should say no, Bill." Her eyes were full of tears.