"Three hundred pounds is nothing to a lady like you." "It is all I have--all I can give you, and to give you that I must sell the trinkets my dear dead father gave me.

But it is for his sake I do it--to preserve his secret.

My jewels, my diamonds, my husband's gifts I will not touch, nor one farthing of his money will you ever receive.
You entirely mistake me, Mr.Parmalee.

My secret I will keep from him while I can; I swore a solemn oath by my father's death-bed to do so.
But to pay you with his money--to bribe you to deceive him with his gold--I never will.

I would die first." She stood before him erect, defiant, queenly.
Mr.Parmalee frowned darkly.
"Suppose I go to him then, my lady--suppose I pour this nice little story into his ear--what then ?" "Then," she exclaimed, in tones of ringing scorn, "you will receive nothing.