Dic longed to enlighten her concerning the mother heart, but could not find it in his heart to attack even his arch-enemy through Rita's simple, unquestioning faith. That faith was a part of the girl's transcendent perfection, and a good daughter would surely make a good wife. Rita continued her explanation: "He came many times to see me, and it seems as though he grew to liking me. Then he asked me to marry him, but I refused, Dic; I refused. I should have told him then that I had promised to be your wife--" here she gave Dic her hand--"but I was ashamed and--and, oh, I can't explain after all. I can't tell you how it all happened. I thought I could; but I really do not myself understand how it has all come about." "You have not promised him?" asked Dic in alarm. "Indeed, I have not, and I never shall. He has tried, with mother's help, to force himself upon me, and I have been frightened almost to death for fear he would succeed. Oh, take me now, Dic. Take me at once and save me from him." "I would, Rita, but you are not yet eighteen, and we must have the consent of your parents before we can marry. That, you know, your mother would refuse. When you are eighteen--but that will be almost a year from now--I will take you home with me. Do not fear. Give me your love, and trust to me for the rest." "Now I feel safe," she cried, snatching up Dic's hand. "You are stronger than mother. I saw that the evening before you left, when we were all on the porch and you spoke up so bravely to her. You will meet her face to face and beat down her will. I can't do it. I become helpless when she attacks me. I am miserably weak. I sometimes hate myself and fear I should not marry you. I know I shall not be able to make you a good wife." Dic expressed an entire willingness to take the risk. "But why did you accept a ring from him?" "I did not," responded Rita, with wide-open eyes. "He offered me a diamond when he asked me to--to--but I refused it. I gave him back his watch, too; but mother does not know I did. She would be angry. She thinks the watch you gave me is the one he offered." "Sukey Yates said you showed her his ring." "Dic," returned Rita, firing up indignantly, "did Sukey tell you that--that lie? I don't like to use the word, but, Dic, she lied. She once saw your ring upon my finger, before I could hide it from her, but I did not tell her who had given it to me. I told her nothing. I don't believe she intended to tell a story. I am sorry I used the other word. She probably thought that Mr.--Mr.--that man had given it to me." After she had spoken, a shadowy little cloud came upon her face. "You were over to see Sukey Christmas night," she said, looking very straight into the fire. "Yes," returned Dic. "How did you learn that I was there?" "Tom told me," she answered. "And I cried right out before Mr.--Mr.--the Boston man." "Ah, did you?" asked Dic, leaning forward and taking her hand.