Mr.Walraven opened his check-book.
"You do mean it, then ?" "Don't I look as if I meant it?
Quick, I say! If you don't look sharp I will take her without any price!" "She's a priceless treasure!" hiccoughed the manager--"worth her weight in gold to me, and so--" He named a sum that made even Carl Walraven wince; but he was a great deal too reckless to draw back.
"It is a most cold-blooded extortion," he said; "but you shall have it.

And at your peril you ever interfere with my adopted daughter afterward." He signed the check and flung it to the manager, turned and went out, and left that individual staring in blank bewilderment.
Golden-haired Mollie was pacing impatiently up and down the parlor when Mr.Walraven walked in again, his face aglow with triumph.
"It is all right, Mollie.

I told you I was more than a match for your manager.

You have trod the boards for the last time." "Excuse me, Mr.Walraven; I am going to tread the boards again to-night.
It is Cricket still.

Don't you want to be enchanted once more ?" "Just as you please.