"There is a man," says Mamma, swaying her body slightly as she speaks, and almost intoning her words--"There is a man who swears he can find the child, but he will not make any other terms than these. He will not see you at all until you have agreed to his demands. You will marry him, and sign a paper giving him a right to a portion of your fortune, in case you should make up your mind to claim it. You may leave him after the ceremony, if you will; you need not see him again; but you must swear never to betray him or us, and never to tell how you found the child." Into Leslie's face creeps a look of intense loathing. All her courageous soul seems aroused into fearless action. Her scornful eyes fairly burn into the old woman's face. "So," she says, low and slowly, "I have found you out at last." And then the weak body refuses to support the dauntless spirit. She sinks back upon her chair, her form shaking, her face ghastly, her hands falling weakly as they will. But as Mamma comes forward, the strong spirit for a moment masters the weak body. "Don't touch me," she almost hisses, "or, weak as I am, I might murder you! wait." And Mamma stands aloof, waiting. Not while Leslie thinks--there is no confusion of mind--only until the bodily tremor ceases, until the nerves grow calmer, until she has herself once more under control. She does not attempt to rise again. She reclines in her easy chair, and looks at her adversary unflinchingly. "At last," she says, after favoring Mamma with a long look of scorn; "at last you show yourself in your true character. Your own hand pulls off your hypocrite's mask. Woman, you were never so acceptable to me as at this moment. It simplifies everything." "You must not think--" begins Mamma. But Leslie checks her. "Stop!" she says imperiously. "Don't waste words. We have wasted too many, and too much time. I desire you to repeat your proposition, to name your terms again. No more whining, no more lies, if you want me to listen. You are my enemy; speak as my enemy. Once more, your terms for Daisy's ransom." And Mamma, too wise to err in this particular, abandons her _role_ of injured affection. Dropping her mantle of hypocrisy, not without a sense of relief, she repeats her former proposal, clearly, curtly, brutally, leaving no room for doubt as to her precise meaning. Leslie listens in cold silence and desperate calm. Then, as Mamma ceases, she sits, still calm, cold and silent, looking straight before her. At last she speaks. "This person," she says slowly; "this man who can find Daisy if he will--may I not see him?" "When you have given your promise; not before." "He will accept no other terms?" "Never." "And this transaction, this infamy--he leaves all details to you?" "Just so." "Then there is no more to be said. I might hope for mercy from the beasts of the field, but not from you." "You consent?" "If I refuse, what will be the consequences to Daisy?"