"Make your way in the world! What do you mean? It's made _now_! Look down the list as far as you like. Is there anywhere you want to go? Is there anything you want to do? Can you think of anything I'll not get for you? Look at your neck, your hands--you've worn those jewels almost ever since you selected them, and no one else has, though I told you once there was a string to them. There's no string to them now. The first time you wore them, down there in the dining-room, below, I told you they were not yours, that they were only loaned to you for one night, that we were only both of us masquerading, trying ourselves out! I told you then you'd do; but I didn't know what I meant. I don't believe I loved you then, although now it seems I always have. I know I always will. Those things are nothing--you shall have everything you want--handfuls of jewels. There's nothing you want to do that you shall not do. You can't dream of anything that I'll not get for you! You were made for me in every way in the world--every little way, as I've come to know, little by little, all this time. But now, to-night, it's all come over me at once. I don't know that I planned, when I came here, to do more than to stand between you and talk! But--this--caught me all at once, I don't know how. It's the truth before God! I never loved a woman before now--I didn't know what it was. Virginia--Jennie--girl--I love you! We're going to be married to-morrow!" "Mr. Rawn," she said, her voice trembling, "I must ask you to consider well before you make any mistake--a mistake which would mean everything for--for me. You have no right to jest." "I'll show you who's in earnest!" he retorted, his hand cruelly hard on her wrist as he forced her back into the seat. "We'll go home from here as man and wife, that's what we'll do. We'll go from the train, not to the office, but to Graystone Hall. I'll find a preacher in the morning here. It's wonderful! I love you! If they want to talk, we'll give them something to talk _about_! Let them come to the Little Church Around the Corner--to-morrow--and see _us_, you and me!" He had both her hands in his large ones now, and was looking into her eyes, intoxicated, mad. She leaned just gently toward him. Forgetful of their situation, he caught her in his arms, and kissed her full. XII "Mr. Rawn, how could you!" she said at last, softly, seeking to disengage her hand. "It's like a dream! I have worked so hard, so long. Life has had so little for me!" "But you love me--you can?" he demanded. "Oh, Mr. Rawn!" she said, lifting her eyes to his face, then gently turning them aside. "You do--you have--tell me! Confess it!" She laughed now, ripplingly, her color rising, and at least was spared that instance of her perjury. John Rawn accepted it as her oath. They parted after a time, she scarce remembered how, he to a couch which knew no sleep, she to one that long remained untouched.