"She said Yes; she can't say No now," declared Dale. "Do you consent, Mr. Delane?" "If she does, my dear fellow. But I can't help you in this matter." "I want no help. She is not in her senses now. I shall make an end of this folly. I will not have it." He went out as abruptly as he had rushed in, leaving the Squire in some perplexity. "A man of decision," he commented; "and, altogether, a couple of rather volcanic young people. They must settle it between themselves." CHAPTER XXIV. =The Heroine of the Incident.= After Dale's visit to the Grange a few days elapsed in a quiet that was far from peaceful. Dale had gone to the Grange the next day, and the day after that: the sight of Janet had been denied to him. He was told that his visit had left her very agitated and upset, and the doctor was peremptory in forbidding any repetition of it. He had sent her a note, and she had returned a verbal message by her mother that she did not feel equal to writing. Was it possible that she meant to abide by her insane resolve to break off their engagement? At Littlehill things were hardly more happy. Nellie was recovering, but very slowly, and she also remained invisible. Arthur Angell manifested all the symptoms of resentment and disappointed love, and only Philip Hume's usual placid cheerfulness redeemed the house from an atmosphere of intolerable depression. Philip had discovered a fund of amusement in the study of Mrs. Hodge. As soon as that good lady's first apprehensions were soothed, she was seized with an immense and exuberant pride in her daughter, which found expression both in her words and her bearing. Though ignorant of the historical precedent, she assumed the demeanor of a mother of the Gracchi, and pointed out to all who would listen to her--and Philip never thought of refusing her this kindness--small incidents and traits of character which had marked out Nellie from her very cradle as one of heroic mold and dauntless courage. "I should be astonished, if I did not know her mother," said Philip politely. "Ah, you must be chaffing, of course. But it's not me she takes it from. My heart goes pit-a-pat at a mouse." "Oh, then it's Mr. Hodge." "You couldn't," said Mrs. Hodge with emphasis, "catch Hodge at a loss. He was ready for anything. He'd have been proud to see Nellie to-day. Look what the papers are saying of her!" "I'm sure she deserves it all." "Aye, that she does: she deserves all Dale Bannister can do for her." Philip scented danger in this topic, and changed the subject. "When are we to see her?" he asked. "In a day or two, I expect. She's much better this morning. She's asked to see the papers, and I'm going to take her the _Chronicle_." "How delightful to read of one's heroic actions! I have never enjoyed the sensation." "Nor ever will, young man, if you spend all your time loafing," said Mrs. Hodge incisively.