Her manner certainly was strange. As a rule she was a most self-possessed young woman; now she seemed to be able to do nothing but shiver and stammer. Not only was she hardly audible, but her words came from her one by one, as if she found it difficult to speak at all. "What I--said to you--yesterday--wasn't true; I--said it to try you." "What did you say to try me? Elaine, you're what I never thought you would be--you're mysterious." "Suppose--you had fifteen hundred pounds--are you sure Mr. Dawson would make you a partner?" "Well, I've never asked him, but I'm betting twopence." "What would your income be if he did? You're not to laugh--answer my questions." "Oh, I'll answer them; although, as I've already remarked, I've not the faintest notion what you're driving at; and that particular question is rather a wide one. If I were to buy a share I should try to do it on the understanding that some day I was to have the lot. I should probably commence with an income of between three and four hundred, which would become more later on; I dare say old Dawson is making a good thousand a year." "A thousand? We might live on that." "I should think we might; we might start on three hundred; I should like to have the chance." "I'd be willing. And how much would it cost to furnish a house?" "I've a few sticks in those rooms of mine." "I know; I also know what kind of sticks they are--we shouldn't want them." "There at last we are agreed. I suppose that to furnish the kind of house we should want to start with would make a hole in a couple of hundred--you probably know more about that sort of thing than I do. But, my dear Elaine, what is the use of our playing at fairy tales? You haven't five shillings in the world, and I've only just enough to take me clear away, and to keep the breath in my body while I have one look round." Again there was an interval of silence, which was broken by her in a scarcely audible whisper. "That--that was what I was trying to explain; what--I said to you yesterday was--to prove you." "What particular thing did you say? I haven't a notion what you mean." "Every girl likes to be--wooed for herself alone." "Of course she does, and it's dead certain you'll never be wooed for anything but your own sweet self; I've known you, and all about you, long enough to be aware that you're no heiress." "That's--that's where you're wrong." "Wrong! Elaine, where's the joke?" "I--I am an heiress; of course, in a very moderate way." "What do you call an heiress? when yesterday you told me that you didn't possess five shillings!" "That was said to try you." Raising her eyes she looked him boldly in the face; there in the bright moonlight they could see each other almost as clearly as if it had been high noon. "To try me? You're beyond me altogether; Elaine, are you pulling my leg?" "I have about two thousand pounds."