me to give up? What but the desire of my heart and the dream of my life? Captain Yule announced to me but a few minutes since his intention to offer her his hand."
She faced him on it as over the table. "Well, if he does, I think he'll simply find———"
"Find what?" They looked at each other hard.
"Why, that she won't have it."
Oh, Mr. Prodmore now sprang up. "She will!"
"She won't!" Mrs. Gracedew more distinctly repeated.
"She shall!" returned her adversary, making for the staircase with the evident sense of where reinforcement might be most required.
Mrs. Gracedew, however, with a spring, was well before him. "She shan't!" She spoke with positive passion and practically so barred the way that he stood arrested and bewildered, and they faced each other, for a flash, like enemies. But it all went out, on her part, in a flash too—in a sudden wonderful smile. "Now tell me how much!"
Mr. Prodmore continued to glare—the sweat was on his brow. But while he slowly wiped it with a pocket-handkerchief of splendid scarlet
