"I'll send your Aunt Sallie," said he.

"And when I call, she'll bring you down." The girl's silence, her non-resistance the awful expression of her still features--made him uneasy.

He went to the window instead of to the door.

He glanced furtively at her; but he might have glanced openly as there wasn't the least danger of meeting her eyes.

"You're marrying about as well as you could have hoped to, anyhow--better, probably," he observed, in an argumentative, defensive tone.