"Oh, she's all right, but she's nervous," Miriam rejoined. Then she added quickly: "Couldn't she keep you away after all?"
"Whom are you talking about?" Biddy Dormer was as absent from Sherringhani's mind as if she had never existed.
"The charming girl you were with this morning. Is she so afraid of obliging me? Oh, she'd be so good for you!"
"Don't speak of that," said Peter, gravely. "I was in perfect good faith yesterday when I took leave of you. I was—I was. But I can't—I can't: you are too unutterably dear to me."
"Oh, don't—please don't," moaned Miriam. She stood before the fireless chimney-piece with one of her hands upon it. "If it's only to say that, don't you know, what's the use?"
"It isn't only to say that. I've a plan, a perfect plan: the whole thing lies clear before me."
"And what is the whole thing?"
He hesitated a moment. "You say your mother's nervous. Ah, if you knew how nervous I am!"
"Well, I'm not. Go on."
"Give it up—give it up!" stammered Sherringham.
"Give it up?" Miriam fixed him like a mild Medusa.
"I'll marry you to-morrow if you'll renounce; and in return for the sacrifice you make for me I'll do more for you than ever was done for a woman before."
"Renounce, after to-night? Do you call that a plan?" asked Miriam. "Those are old words and very foolish ones: you wanted something of the sort a year ago."
"Oh, I fluttered round the idea then; we were talking in
