"'Ah, ha! you turn up your little nose at me, eh?' he cried. 'Well, you shall be sorry for that, and in a fortnight, too, I'll warrant.' "I would have passed him by without deigning him a reply; but he caught me by the shoulder, and held me fast. "'No, you don't move on like that!' he yelled in my ear, a great flush rising to his already florid, wine-stained features. 'You shall kiss me, my pretty, here and now!' "I endeavored to pass him, but he still clutched me tightly, fiercely in his strong grasp, and I--I dealt him a stinging blow across the face with the palm of my hand. "The action surprised him so that he released me from his grasp for a single instant, and in that instant I darted away from him like a startled hare. "'You shall pay for this!' he cried, looking after me. 'He laughs best who laughs last!' "It was within a fortnight after that most unfortunate event that the crisis came. My father sent for me, and told me he had had a proposal for my hand. "'The man who wants to marry you will make a great lady of you, my girl,' said my father, eagerly. 'You are lucky! I repeat you are _very_ lucky! Why are you looking at me with troubled eyes,' he demanded, 'when you ought to be clapping your hands in delight and asking me who it is?' "'I am silent because I fear to inquire the name,' I replied, slowly, 'lest you should utter a name which I loathe.' "'The man is rich,' he said, leaning forward eagerly. "'Riches do not bring happiness,' I replied. 'I know of a man whom the world calls rich, and yet I would not marry him if he had all the wealth of the world to pour at my feet. But who is this man who has come to you without even the formality of finding out if it was worth his while--without deigning to take the trouble to find out if I could care for him to the extent of becoming his wife?' "'The son of our landlord,' replied my father, his voice a little husky. "'Were I not so angry I should be amused,' I answered. 'If there was not another man on the face of the earth, I would not marry Jasper Wilde. I----'" The woman had been listening to Bernardine's story indifferently enough until she uttered that name. At the sound of it, she caught her breath sharply, and sprung suddenly forward. "What name did you say? What is the name of the man who wanted to marry you?" she gasped. "Did I understand you to say Jasper Wilde?" "Yes," replied Bernardine, wonderingly; and her wonder grew into the utmost consternation when the woman fell at her feet shrieking with rage. CHAPTER LVII. Bernardine was tender of heart. She saw that the woman who was groveling at her feet was suffering mental pain, and she realized that in some vague way the name Jasper Wilde, which she had just uttered, had occasioned it. She forgot her surroundings, forgot the woman had declared it her intention to detain her there even against her will; she remembered only that a human being was suffering, and she must aid her if she could.