"Nothing to speak of; only I happen to know that the principal creditors don't mean to wait for their money a moment longer than they can help. Either the estate will have to be administered in bankruptcy, or Miss Nora Lindsay will have to agree to the whole thing being sold--lock, stock and barrel, for what it will fetch." "When?" "As a matter of fact, they want to come into the place and start the catalogue to-morrow." "But what will become of Nora?" "Quite so." "Where will she go?" "Where will she?" "Couldn't she--couldn't she come and live with us?" "What's that?" "Couldn't she--live with us?" "Who's us?" "With you and me--just for a time--when we're married?" Mr. Nash looked the lady straight in the face, significantly; his tone was as significant as his look. "My dear, I don't think you care for Miss Nora Lindsay one snap of your fingers, and I'm sure I don't." "You've no right to say that." "I fancy that you've a sort of notion that you ought to behave prettily to her because she's let you come and liven her up when she hadn't a soul in the place to speak to. So far as I can see, she's at least as much under an obligation as you are. She'd have been deadly dull without you; she'd have had to pay a companion, and pay her well, if it hadn't been for your society. You got nothing for your services; seems to me she owes you. Don't talk about her living with us! I wouldn't live under the same roof as Miss Nora Lindsay, not for a million a year. I don't like her--never did--never could; she's not the kind of girl I care about. What does it matter to me what becomes of her? Do you think she'd trouble if I came to eternal grief? Very much so! I fancy I see her at it! No, if you're going to take up with Miss Nora Lindsay you've done with me. There never has been any love lost between us, and now if I had my way I'd never see her or speak to her again. So if your sentiments are different I'll hand you back the two hundred pounds you so kindly threw into my face just now, and we'll cry quits. I'm not going to start by letting the girl who's going to be my wife mix herself up with people who are objectionable to me." The expression which was on the girl's face, as she looked at him, was pitiful; had he been aware of the emotions which seemed to be tearing at her in a dozen different places at once, even he might have been moved to pity. Had his words been lashes they could hardly have hurt her more. She stood trembling, hardly able to speak. "I--I'd no idea you--you felt like this--about--Nora." "Hadn't you? Well, you know now; and as perhaps you'd like to have a little time to get the idea well into your head, I'll say good-day." "Herbert, you--you mustn't go." "Mustn't go? Why mustn't I go?" "How about our marriage?" "How about our marriage?--when just now you were talking about her coming to live with us." "I--I--was only--suggesting."