abashed. "We're not talking of what I can meet." Yet she found also a relief in dropping the point. "Why doesn't he stand himself?"
"Well, like other devouring wolves, he's not personally adored."
"Not even," she asked, "when he offers such liberal terms?"
Clement Yule had to explain. "I dare say he doesn't offer them to everyone."
"Only to you?"—at this she quite sprang. "You are personally adored; you will be still more if you stand; and that, you poor lamb, is why he wants you!"
The young man, obviously pleased to find her after all more at one with him, accepted gracefully enough the burden her sympathy imposed. "I'm the bearer of my name, I'm the representative of my family; and to my family and my name—since you've led me to it—this countryside has been for generations indulgently attached."
She listened to him with a sentiment in her face that showed how now, at last, she felt herself deal with the lawful heir. She seemed to perceive it with a kind of passion. "You do of course what you will with the countryside!"
Yes"—he went with her—"if we do it as
