"Very well, dearest," he said, "of course you shall do nothing against your will. I only thought...." he stopped, and then, "It seemed a solution," he finished. He looked very tired. All my love for him came rushing back. I kissed him, and he held me close for an instant. "Will you--think it over?" he asked slowly. "Yes, Father," I said, and was rewarded by his old brilliant smile. Once out of the room, I brushed past Sarah, hovering near the door, and went to my own room. There, lying on my bed, I "thought it over." What was it Dr. Denton said to me,--"you owe your father something." I have cried until I have no tears left, rebellious, sick at heart. I can't. And yet ... if it would make him any happier.... The bell is ringing. If that is Dr. Denton, I will see him before he goes to Father. Late at night. I have said that I will marry William Denton. GREEN HILL January 12 It is only a matter of days with Father now. Dr. Denton told me that, when we had our talk two days ago. He listened to what I had to say, very quietly, standing in front of the fire, his arms crossed, and looking down at the great chair in which I was half buried. After he had told me about Father, "If you will marry me, Miss Carroll," he said, "I will do my best to carry out your father's wishes. I cannot make you happy--that I know--but I can make you--safe. Until such time as you do not need my protection." "What do you mean?" I asked him. "I mean," he answered gravely, "that you are very young and that the abnormal life which your accident forced you to lead has peculiarly unfitted you for any solitary encounter with the world. If you would trust yourself to me, I promise faithfully to care for you, to watch over you, and to help you through the first bewildering time. After that--you may dispose of me as you see fit." "You mean?" I whispered again. He smiled, sombrely. "I am not trying to bind you to me," he said. "I am asking you for your Father's sake, to let me take care of you for a time. When you are quite strong, and quite able to look out for yourself, it will remain for me to step aside, and you will be free to do and go as you please." Something of hope stirred faintly in me. "You will let me go then?" "Certainly." I laid my face against the soft cushions of the chair. "Marriage," I said, under my breath, "I--I--" I couldn't go on. "It will not be," he said very gently, "a marriage, Miss Carroll. It will be a business arrangement. You may have my sacred word of honor that I will not trouble you in any way. And that as soon as possible I will take the steps to make you quite free again." I stood up and faced him. "You think that Father really wishes this?" I asked. "It is, I know, his heart's desire," said Dr. Denton, "and I am tremendously honored by his faith in me." "Very well," I said, and held out my hand. Silently, he took it. "Thank you, Mavis," he said quietly.