But she did not seem satisfied until she had made sure of a certain paper so folded that Denham could not judge what it contained.

In her relief and gratitude she began at once to say that she had been thinking over what Denham had told her of his plans.
He cut her short.

"Don't let's discuss that dreary business." "But I thought--" "It's a dreary business.

I ought never to have bothered you--" "Have you decided, then ?" He made an impatient sound.

"It's not a thing that matters." She could only say rather flatly, "Oh!" "I mean it matters to me, but it matters to no one else.