The epithets that a hoarded hatred finds ready to hand when its pent force is released, come horribly from the lips of an old man. Yet, almost more horrible than the full tide of rage, was to see its ebb, as "the sick old servant" in Major Dick's bosom failed him, and his heart staggered and fainted in its effort to abet him in denouncing the young cousin who he thought had wronged him. Larry sat, fondling the old setter's chestnut head, thinking it all over, flaming again at the remembered insults, quailing at the possibilities as they concerned Christian. Once she had appeared at the top of the stairs, and said the single word, "Better!" before she vanished. One half of Larry's mind said "Better? What do I care? Better if he dies, if he comes between me and her!" The other, which was his deeper self, preserved the memory of Dick's greying face and frightened eyes, and was glad that relief had come. At last Christian came to him, slowly and with a dragging step, down the wide staircase. Her face was white, her eyes were set in shadows. "How is he?" "Round the corner, I think. We've wired for Mangan." "Christian, I want to explain--I said nothing--I never meant to annoy him, I began about you, and that--that we loved each other. For we do, Christian, don't we?" He had her hands in his, he crushed them in his anxiety, his eyes implored her. "Then suddenly he began to abuse me like a madman! My religion, my politics, my treachery to my class--I can't tell you what he didn't say! And then he swore he'd rather see you dead than married to me. I don't know what I said--nothing, I think; he began to look as if he were dying himself, and I rang the bell and bolted for you." "Poor boy!" said Christian. He thought that her face as she looked at him was as it were the face of an angel, but the sorrow in it frightened him. "Come into the study," she said, freeing her hands from his grasp; "we can't talk here." The study door was open; he followed her in silence, and, shutting the door, sat down beside her on the sofa. "Larry, we've got to face it, you know; we've got to face it," she began, and gave back to him her slender sensitive hand, as if to heal the wound of what the words implied. "Face what?" said Larry, stubbornly, girding himself for resistance. "Face delay--opposition--" "I'll face opposition as much as you like, but I won't face delay! Why should we? We're of age. There's nothing against me!" Christian smiled faintly. "Dear child, I know that. It's not the facts that are against us, it's the fancies--" "I won't be patronised!" said Larry, vehemently. "I'm not your dear child! I'm the man you've promised to marry! No one's fancies have a right to interfere with us!" His arm was round her, and he felt her tremble. He loosed her hand, and with his hand that had held it he turned her face to his. Then he kissed her, many times, with an ever-growing abandonment as he felt the response that she tried in vain to withhold.