"Oh, will you?" said the other. "Will you?" Mr. Hurst nodded, and, opening his coat, disclosed a bottle of beer in each breast-pocket. The other pockets, it appeared, contained food. "And here's the money for it," he said, putting down some silver on the table. "I am determined, but honest." With a sweep of his hand, Mr. Mott sent the money flying. "To-morrow morning I send for the police. Mind that!" he roared. "I'd better have my breakfast early, then," said Mr. Hurst, tapping his pockets. "Good night. And thank you for your advice." He sat for some time after the disappearance of his host, and then, returning to the front room, placed a chair at the end of the sofa and, with the tablecloth for a quilt, managed to secure a few hours' troubled sleep. At eight o'clock he washed at the scullery sink, and at ten o'clock Mr. Mott, with an air of great determination, came in to deliver his ultimatum. "If you're not outside the front door in five minutes, I'm going to fetch the police," he said, fiercely. "I want to see Florrie," said the other. "Well, you won't see her," shouted Mr. Mott. Mr. Hurst stood feeling his chin. "Well, would you mind taking a message for me?" he asked. "I just want you to ask her whether I am really free. Ask her whether I am free to marry again." Mr. Mott eyed him in amazement. "You see, I only heard from her mother," pursued Mr. Hurst, "and a friend of mine who is in a solicitor's office says that isn't good enough. I only came down here to make sure, and I think the least she can do is to tell me herself. If she won't see me, perhaps she'd put it in writing. You see, there's another lady." "But" said the mystified Mr. Mott. "You told me----" "You tell her that," said the other. Mr. Mott stood for a few seconds staring at him, and then without a word turned on his heel and went upstairs. Left to himself, Mr. Hurst walked nervously up and down the room, and, catching sight of his face in the old-fashioned glass on the mantel-piece, heightened its colour by a few pinches. The minutes seemed inter-minable, but at last he heard the steps of Mr. Mott on the stairs again. "She's coming down to see you herself," said the latter, solemnly. Mr. Hurst nodded, and, turning to the window, tried in vain to take an interest in passing events. A light step sounded on the stairs, the door creaked, and he turned to find himself con-fronted by Miss Garland. "Uncle told me" she began, coldly. Mr. Hurst bowed. "I am sorry to have caused you so much trouble," he said, trying to control his voice, "but you see my position, don't you?" "No," said the girl. "Well, I wanted to make sure," said Mr. Hurst. "It's best for all of us, isn't it? Best for you, best for me, and, of course, for my young lady." "You never said anything about her before," said Miss Garland, her eyes darkening.