I had stood there a little while, when I heard her call softly: "Jack!" I turned and came to her, kneeling down by her side and taking her hands.
She gazed rather intently into my face with unusual gravity.

Then she said: "If you have to choose between me and the money, which will it be ?" I kissed her hand for answer.
"If the money is lost, won't it all come out?
And then, won't they call you dishonest ?" "I suppose so," said I.
"You don't mind that ?" "Yes, I do.

Nobody likes being called a thief--especially when there's a kind of truth about it.

But I should mind losing you more." "Are you really very fond of me, Jack?
No, you needn't say so.

I think you are.