At the outer door Lugur said, "I do not lack sympathy with you, Mr.Hatton, in your desire to hurry your marriage forward, but you must understand that there will be necessary delays.

If you cannot bear the strain of waiting and of patiently looking forward, you are mistaken in the quality of your love and you had better give it up at once." "No, sir.

Right or wrong, it is my love, and Lucy is the only woman who will ever bring joy or sorrow to me." Lugur did not answer, but his tall, dark figure standing with his hand on the half-shut door impressed Harry painfully with the hopelessness of further argument.

He bowed silently, but as he passed through the little gate the sound of the hastily closed door followed him up the hill to Hatton Hall.

Lugur went into the parlor to look for his daughter; she had gone to her room.