"Ask a woman to marry the son of one of the most famous swindlers ever known?
I think not," he said.

"Why, even you--" His eyes regarded her, comprehended her.

He stopped abruptly.
"What about me ?" she said.
He hesitated, possessed by an odd embarrassment.

The dark eyes were lifted quite openly to his.

It came to him that they were accustomed to the stare of multitudes--they met his look so serenely, so impenetrably.
"I don't know how we got on to the subject of my affairs," he said, after a moment.