'Olive has laughed and flirted with you, but it was only _pour passer le temps_; and I may as well tell you that you are mistaken when you think that she loves you.' 'Olive does love me. I know she does; and I'll not believe she does not--at least, until she tells me so. I consider I am engaged to her; and I must beg of you, Mrs. Barton, to allow me to see her and hear from her own lips what she has to say on this matter.' With the eyes of one about to tempt fortune adventurously, like one about to play a bold card for a high stake, Mrs. Barton looked on the tall, handsome man before her; and, impersonal as were her feelings, she could not but admire, for the space of one swift thought, the pale aristocratic face now alive with passion. Could she depend upon Olive to say no to him? The impression of the moment was that no girl would. Nevertheless, she must risk the interview, and gliding towards the door, she called; and then, as a cloud that grows bright in the sudden sunshine, the man's face glowed with delight at the name, and a moment after, white and drooping like a cut flower, the girl entered. Captain Hibbert made a movement as if he were going to rush forward to meet her. She looked as if she would have opened her arms to receive him, but Mrs. Barton's words fell between them like a sword. 'Olive,' she said, 'I hear you are engaged to Captain Hibbert! Is it true?' Startled in the drift of her emotions, and believing her confidence had been betrayed, the girl's first impulse was to deny the impeachment. No absolute promise of marriage had she given him, and she said: 'No, mamma, I am not engaged. Did Edward--I mean Captain Hibbert--say I was engaged to him? I am sure--' 'Didn't you tell me, Olive, that you loved me better than anyone else? Didn't you even say you could never love anyone else? If I had thought that--' 'I knew my daughter would not have engaged herself to you, Captain Hibbert, without telling me of it. As I have told you before, we all like you very much, but this marriage is impossible; and I will never consent, at least for the present, to an engagement between you.' 'Olive, have you nothing to say? I will not give you up unless you tell me yourself that I must do so.' 'Oh, mamma, what shall I do?' said Olive, bursting into a passionate flood of tears. 'Say what I told you to say,' whispered Mrs. Barton. 'You see, Edward, that mamma won't consent, at least not for the present, to our engagement.' This was enough for Mrs. Barton's purpose, and, soothing her daughter with many words, she led her to the door. Then, confronting Captain Hibbert, she said: 'There is never any use in forcing on these violent scenes. As I have told you, there is no one I should prefer to yourself. We always say here that there is no one like _le beau capitaine_; but, in the face of these bad times, how can I give you my daughter? And you soldiers forget so quickly. In a year's time you'll have forgotten all about Olive.'