"This house-party that I have arranged, with this girl in it, is a last effort," says she in a low voice, but rather hysterically.

She clasps her hands together.
"He must--he _must_ marry her.

If he refuses----" "But she may refuse him," says Margaret gently; "you should think of that." "She--she refuse?
You are mad!" says Lady Rylton.

"A girl--a girl called _Bolton."_ "It is certainly an ugly name," says Margaret in a conciliatory way.
"And yet you blame me because I desire to give her Rylton instead, a name as old as England itself.

I tell you, Margaret," with a little delicate burst of passion, "that it goes to my very soul to accept this girl as a daughter.