conceivable that you should find one idiotic enough to be a party to such a transaction—suppose the poor girl herself should happen to wish to be really engaged?"
Guy Firminger thought a moment, with his slow but not stupid smile. "Do you mean to me?"
"To you—or to some one else."
"Oh, if she'd give me notice, I'd let her off."
"Let her off till you could find a substitute?"
"Yes; but I confess it would be a great inconvenience. People wouldn't take the second one so seriously."
"She would have to make a sacrifice; she would have to wait till you should know where you were," Mrs. Gosselin suggested.
"Yes, but where would her advantage come in?" Mary persisted.
"Only in the pleasure of charity; the moral satisfaction of doing a fellow a good turn," said Firminger.
"You must think people are keen to oblige you!"
"Ah, but surely I could count on you, couldn't I?" the young man asked.
