There was a moment's hesitation, then she turned back and extended her hand.
"You are not very romantic, Mr.Parmalee.

You don't ask me for my love, or any of that sentimental nonsense," with a laugh.

"And you really mean it--you really mean to make Lady Kingsland's poor companion your wife ?" "Never meant anything more in my life.

It is a go, then ?" "I will marry you, Mr.Parmalee, if you desire it." "And you won't go back on a fellow ?" asked Mr.Parmalee, suspiciously.
"You're not fooling me just to get at this secret, are you ?" Sybilla drew away her hand with an offended air.
"Think better of me, Mr.Parmalee! I may be shrewd enough to guess at your secret without being base enough to tell a deliberate lie to know it.

I could find it out by easier means." "I don't know about that," said the artist, coolly.