I'm absolutely sure Maryon cares for you--and cares pretty badly, too." "Oh, yes, he cares.

But"-- in a studiously light voice that hid the quivering pain at her heart--"a rising artist has to consider his art.
He can't hamper himself by marriage with an impecunious musician who isn't able to pull wires and help him on.

'He travels the fastest who travels alone.' You know it.

And Maryon Rooke knows it.

I suppose it's true." She got up from her chair and came and stood beside Penelope.
"We won't talk of this again, Penny.