"You know how I love you," he was repeating. And he was sincere; she saw that in his eyes, in the unaccustomed colour in his face. He loved her as such an unclean animal could love. Oh, how he sickened her! "Will you marry me, Gloria? Will you forgive me for having, however unintentionally, placed you in a wrong light? Will you give me the right to protect you, to defend your good name? Oh, Gloria----"
Strange that the man had never revolted her as he did now! She wanted to get up and run from him. Meantime she was telling herself, almost calmly: "Yes, you'll marry him. The little beast!" She did get to her feet; he followed her into the hall.
"Let me be alone for a little while," she said quietly. She went to the stairway. "I am going upstairs; wait here for me----"
"You will come to me? You will marry me?"
"I--think--so. Don't!" she cried sharply as he moved to come to her. "Wait----"
He swallowed nervously. "I--I hoped you would. And I saw how terribly the events of the last few hours might be misconstrued. So, Gloria, daring to hope, I sent word for a justice of the peace. He will be here this afternoon or this evening----"
"Justice of the peace!" Gloria's nerves jangled loose in her irrepressible laughter.
"We'll have a priest later, of course," he ran on hurriedly. "But I couldn't arrange for one so soon."
Gloria went slowly upstairs, walking backward, looking down on him with unfathomable eyes.
"Tell me, Gloria. I'll promise not to come near you until you say I may. Is it yes?"
"Yes," said Gloria, and was gone in a flash, turning, running up and out of sight.
He stood looking after her, tapping and tapping at his cigarette-case.