If he does resist, so much the worse for him." "Your affectionate son, BLAKELY PORTER." "P.

S.Please do not think that Miss Middleton has any knowledge of this plan.

She has not." "P.

S.Remember! We leave Ventura for Los Angeles at 4:50 p.m.
sharp." "Mrs.Porter," I said when I had finished reading the letter, "I am deeply humiliated that Blakely should have done this." "Still, I suppose you would marry him if I gave my consent." "I would not," I replied hotly.

"I might marry him without your consent, for I love him dearly; but I would never consider you had given your consent if it were forced from you by trickery." "You wouldn't ?" "I would not." "But if he doesn't bring the duke back my dinner will be ruined." "I will telegraph him myself," I said.
"Supposing he won't come ?" "Blakely will come if I ask him to." "And you will do this for me ?" "No; I am not doing it for you." "Then why--" "Because I cannot bear to have Blakely act so ungenerously toward his mother." "He has but used my own weapons against me," she remarked thoughtfully.
"Your weapons are quite unworthy of him, Mrs.Porter." "The telegram must be dispatched at once," she announced, glancing impatiently at her watch.
"If you will call the office and ask them to send up a boy with some forms, I will think over what I wish to say," I said.
When the boy arrived I had decided upon my message.