Her look was drawn, but direct.
"Back in the road, Dick, you asked me why I couldn't marry you.

I asked you up here to tell you." "Yes ?" he queried dully.
"One reason is that, though I like you, I don't like you that way.

The more important reason to you is that I am a fraud." "A fraud!" he exclaimed incredulously.
It had come to her, as she was leaving the car, that the place to start her new life was to start right, or quit right, with Dick.

"A fraud," she repeated--"an impostor.

There is no Maggie Cameron.