"Well, hardly. I've had no chance. They watched me like cats do mice, and she has been so sickly that it would be nonsense to try and talk to her." "Then your prospects are very mild indeed." "Oh, no, they're not. This is a case where a man must play trumps, high and at once. I may as well speak out, and you'll help me. There's no time shilly-shallying. If I hesitate my chance would be gone. I shall make my plans, and take her away." "With her consent, of course." "With or without," said the young man, coolly. "How?" "Oh, I'll find a means. Girls are only girls, and they'll give way to a stronger will. Once I get hold of her she'll obey me, and a marriage can soon be got through." "But suppose she refuses?" "She'll be made," said the young man, sharply. "The stakes are worth some risk." "But are you aware that the law would call this abduction?" "I don't care what the law calls it if I get the girl." "And it would mean possibly penal servitude." "Well, I'm suffering that now, situated as I am. There, father, never mind the law. Don't be squeamish; a great fortune is at stake, and it must come into our family, not into theirs." "You think they are trying that?" "Think? I'm sure. Claud owned to as much, but he's rather on somewhere else. Come, you'll help me? It would be a grand coup." "Help you? Bah! you foolish young ass! It is impossible. It is madness. You don't know what you are talking about. The girl could appeal to the first policeman, and you would be taken into custody. You and Claud Wilton must have been having a drinking bout, and the liquor is still in your head. There, go to your own room, and when you can talk sensibly come back to me." "I can talk sensibly now. Will you help me with a couple of hundred pounds to carry this through? I should want to take her for a couple of months on the Continent, and bring her back my wife." "Two hundred pounds to get you clapped in a cell at Bow Street." "No; to marry a hundred and fifty thousand pounds." "No, no, no. You are a fool, a visionary, a madman. It is impossible, and I shall feel it my duty to write to James Wilton to forbid, you the house." "Once more; will you help me?" "Once more, no. Now go, and let me get on with my affairs. Someone must work." "Then you will not?" "No." "Then listen to me: I've made up my mind to it, and do it. I will, at any cost, at any risk. She shan't marry Claud Wilton, and she shall marry me. Yes, you may smile, but if I die for it I'll have that girl and her money." "But it would cost two hundred pounds to make the venture, sir. Perhaps you had better get that first. Now please go." The young man rose and looked at him fiercely for a few minutes, and Garstang met his eyes firmly.