"Not another word! Nan, how dare you--after what you have promised this morning! Have I not been worried and badgered enough, without your turning on me in this way? If you won't marry me, you won't; but I shall be a bachelor all my life for your sake!" and Dick, who was so sore, poor fellow, that he was ready to quarrel with her out of the very fulness of his love, actually made a movement as though to leave her, only Nan caught him by the arm in quite a frightened way. "Dick! dear Dick!" "Well?" rather sullenly. "Oh, don't leave me like this! It would break my heart! I did not mean to make you angry. I was only pleading with you for your own good. Of course I will keep my promise. Have I not been true to you all my life? Oh, Dick! how can you turn from me like this?" And Nan actually began to sob in earnest, only Dick's sweet temper returned in a moment at the sight of her distress, and he fell to comforting her with all his might; and after this things went on more smoothly. He told her about his conversation with his father, and how he had planned a city life for himself; but here Nan timidly interposed: "Would that not be a pity, when you had always meant to study for the bar?" "Not a bit of it," was the confident answer. "That was my father's wish, not mine. I don't mind telling you in confidence that I am not at all a shining light. I am afraid I am rather a duffer, and shall not make my mark in the world. I have always thought desk-work must be rather a bore; but, after all, with a good introduction and a tolerable berth, one is pretty sure of getting on in the City. What I want is to make a little nest cosey for somebody, and as quick as possible,--eh, Nan?" "I do not mind waiting," faltered Nan. But she felt at this moment that no lover could have been so absolutely perfect as her Dick. "Oh, that is what girls always say," returned Dick, rather loftily. "They are never in a hurry. They would wait seven--ten years,--half a lifetime. But with us men it is different. I am not a bit afraid of you. I know you will stick to me like a brick, and all that; and father will come round when he sees we are in earnest. But all the same I want to have you to myself as soon as possible. A fellow likes the feeling of working for his wife. I hate to think of these pretty fingers stitching away for other people. I want them to work for me: do you understand, Nan?'" And Nan, of course, understood. Dick, poor fellow, had not much time for his love-making, he and Nan had too much business to settle. Nan had to explain to him that her mother was of opinion that under the present circumstances, nothing ought to be done to excite Mr. Mayne's wrath. Dick might write to her mother sometimes, just to let them know how he was getting on; but between the young people themselves there must be no correspondence.