it!" The Captain offered Mr. Prodmore a cigarette which that gentleman, also taking a light from him, accepted; then he lit his own and began to smoke. "As I understand you," he went on, "you lump your two conditions? I mean I must accept both or neither?"
Mr. Prodmore threw back his shoulders with a high recognition of the long stride represented by this question. "You will accept both, for, by doing so, you'll clear the property at a stroke. The way I put it is—see?—that if you'll stand for Gossage, you'll get returned for Gossage."
"And if I get returned for Gossage, I shall marry your daughter. Accordingly," the young man pursued, "if I marry your daughter———"
"I'll burn up, before your eyes," said this young lady's proprietor, "every scratch of your pen. It will be a bonfire of signatures. There won't be a penny to pay—there'll only be a position to take. You'll take it with peculiar grace."
"Peculiar, Mr. Prodmore—very!"
The young man had assented more than he desired, but he was not deterred by it from completing the picture. "You'll settle down here in comfort and honour."
