"For a long time I taught school," she went on, "but I couldn't save
enough that way. I never could have saved enough, even if I had lived
on bread and water. I wanted--I needed a great deal of money, and I
wasn't clever nor particularly well educated. Sometimes I thought if
I could only marry a millionaire--"

He stared at her incredulously.

"You don't mean that," he said with some impatience.

She sighed.

"I'm telling you just what happened," she reminded him. "It seemed
the only way to get what I wanted. I thought I shouldn't mind that,
or--anything, if I could only have as much money as I needed."

A sense of sudden violent anger flared up within him. Did the girl
realize what she was saying?

She glanced up at him.

"I never meant to tell any one about that part of it," she said
hurriedly. "And--it wasn't necessary, after all; I got the money
another way."

He bit off the point of a pencil he had been sharpening with
laborious care.

"I should probably never have had a chance to marry a millionaire,"