I will marry you, I am determined." "You are determined," repeated Beatrice, slowly.

"_You_--determined--and about me?
I am obliged." Her lips took a scornful curl.

She sat down.

She was quiet enough now; the worst was over.
Beatrice, however, was only a country girl, and she had very little idea with whom she had to deal.

No one could plead better his cause than Loftus Bertram.