For three weeks Mr. Raggett called daily, and after staying to tea, usually wound up the evening by formally proposing for Kate’s hand. Both conspirators were surprised and disappointed at the quietness with which Miss Boom received these attacks; Mr. Raggett meeting with a politeness which was a source of much wonder to both of them. His courting came to an end suddenly. He paused one evening with his hand on the door, and having proposed in the usual manner was going out, when Miss Boom called him back. “Sit down, Mr. Raggett,” she said calmly. Mr. Raggett, wondering inwardly, resumed his seat. “You have asked me a good many times to marry you,” said Kate. “I have,” said Mr. Raggett, nodding. “And I’m sure it’s very kind of you,” continued the girl, “and if I’ve hurt your feelings by refusing you, it is only because I have thought perhaps I was not good enough for you.” In the silence which followed this unexpected and undeserved tribute to Mr. Raggett’s worth, the two old men eyed each other in silent consternation. “Still, if you’ve made up your mind,” continued the girl, “I don’t know that it’s for me to object. You’re not much to look at, but you’ve got the loveliest chest of drawers and the best furniture all round in Mastleigh. And I suppose you’ve got a little money?” Mr. Raggett shook his head, and in a broken voice was understood to say: “A very little.” “I don’t want any fuss or anything of that kind,” said Miss Boom calmly. “No bridesmaids or anything of that sort; it wouldn’t be suitable at your age.” Mr. Raggett withdrew his pipe, and holding it an inch or two from his mouth, listened like one in a dream. “Just a few old friends, and a bit of cake,” continued Miss Boom musingly. “And instead of spending a lot of money in foolish waste, well have three weeks in London.” Mr. Raggett made a gurgling noise in his throat, and suddenly remembering himself, pretended to think that it was something wrong with his pipe, and removing it blew noisily through the mouthpiece. “Perhaps,” he said, in a trembling voice—“perhaps you’d better take a little longer to consider, my dear.” Kate shook her head. “I’ve quite made up my mind,” she said, “quite. And now I want to marry you just as much as you want to marry me. Good-night, Father; good-night—George.” Mr. Raggett started violently, and collapsed in his chair. “Raggett,” said Mr. Boom huskily. “Don’t talk to me,” said the other, “I can’t bear it.” Mr. Boom, respecting his friend’s trouble, relapsed into silence again, and for a long time not a word was spoken. “My ’ed’s in a whirl,” said Mr. Raggett at length. “It ’ud be a wonder if it wasn’t,” said Mr. Boom sympathetically. “To think,” continued the other miserably, “how I’ve been let in for this. The plots an’ the plans and the artfulness what’s been goin’ on round me, an’ I’ve never seen it.” “What d’ye mean?” demanded Mr. Boom, with sudden violence. “I know what I mean,” said Mr. Raggett darkly.