'The battle has commenced now, and, Mr.
Harrington, I will lean on your arm, and be led to my dear friends yonder.

Do they think that I am going to put on a mask to please them?
Not for anybody! What they are to know they may as well know at once.' She looked in Evan's face.
'Do you hesitate ?' He felt the contrast between his own and hers; between the niggard spirit of the beggarly receiver, and the high bloom of the exalted giver.

Nevertheless, he loved her too well not to share much of her nature, and wedding it suddenly, he said: 'Rose; tell me, now.

If you were to see the place where I was born, could you love me still ?' 'Yes, Evan.' 'If you were to hear me spoken of with contempt--' 'Who dares ?' cried Rose.

'Never to me!' 'Contempt of what I spring from, Rose.