It would be dishonorable of her to keep up the deception any longer.

She passed her hand over her face to conceal her confusion.
"You--you must give me time to think," she stammered.

"Suppose I don't love your son--I should want something--something to compensate." "Something to compensate ?" echoed Ryder surprised and a little disconcerted.

"Why, the boy will inherit millions--I don't know how many." "No--no, not money," rejoined Shirley; "money only compensates those who love money.

It's something else--a man's honour--a man's life! It means nothing to you." He gazed at her, not understanding.