"He'll see me. He'll write to me," she said with proud triumph.
"I think not. I exacted the promise from him as a condition of my coming to meet you."
"And he promised?"
"Evidently."
There was a long silence. She broke it with a voice of concentrated fury.
"If he doesn't mind, I don't," she said. "I'll promise. Now let me go back. I wish you hadn't come—I wish I was dead."
"Come," he said, "don't be so angry with me. I've done what I could for you both."
"On conditions!"
"You must see that they are good, or you wouldn't have accepted them so soon. I thought it would have taken me at least an hour to get you to consent. But no—ten minutes of earnest reflection are enough to settle the luckless Harry's little hash. You're quite right—he doesn't deserve more! I am pleased with myself, I own. I must have a very convincing manner."
"Oh," she cried passionately, "I daresay you think you've been very clever. But I wish you
