"It is I believe understood that you will live mainly here--at Maumsey." "On the contrary!--I wish to spend a great part of the winter in London." "With Miss Marvell?" "Certainly." "I cannot, I am afraid, let you expect that I shall provide the money." "It is my own money!" "Not legally. I hate insisting on these things; but perhaps you ought to know that the _whole_ of your father's property--everything that he left behind him, is in trust." "Which means"--cried Delia, quivering again--"that I am really a pauper!--that I own nothing but my clothes--barely those!" He felt himself a brute. "Can I really keep this up!" he thought. Aloud, he said--"If you would only make it a little easy for your trustee, he would be only too thankful to follow out your wishes!" Delia made no reply, and Winnington took another turn up and down before he paused in front of her with the words:-- "Can't we come to a compact? If I agree to London--say for six or seven weeks--is there no promise you can make me in return?" With an inward laugh Delia remembered Gertrude's injunction to "keep something to bargain with." "I don't know"--she said, reluctantly. "What sort of promise do you want?" "I want one equal to the concession you ask me to make," he said gravely. "In my eyes nothing could be more unfitting than that you should be staying in London--during a time of particularly violent agitation--under the chaperonage of Miss Marvell, who is already committed to this agitation. If I agree to such a direct contradiction of your father's wishes, I must at least have your assurance that you will do nothing violent or illegal, either down here or in London, and that in this house above all you will take some pains to respect Sir Robert's wishes. That I am sure you will promise me?" She could not deny the charm of his direct appealing look, and she hesitated. "I was going to have a drawing-room meeting here as soon as possible"--she said, slowly. "On behalf of the 'Daughters of Revolt'?" She silently assented. "I may feel sure--may I not?--that you will give it up?" "It is a matter of conscience with us"--she said proudly--"to spread our message wherever we go." "I don't think I can allow you a conscience all to yourself," he said smiling. "Consider how I shall be straining mine--in agreeing to the London plan!" "Very well"--the words came out reluctantly. "If you insist--and if London is agreed upon--I will give it up." "Thank you," he said quietly. "And you will take part in no acts of violence, either here or in London? It seems strange to use such words to you. I hate to use them. But with the news in this week's papers I can't help it. You will promise?" There was a short silence. "I will join in nothing militant down here," said Delia at last. "I have already told Miss Marvell so." "Or in London?" She straightened herself. "I promise nothing about London."