"I’ll remember that, sir. Now, Mr. Jordan, do me the favour to select some object in this sanctuary for which you would pay eleven hundred pounds or more." "You insist?" "I shall be under the greatest obligations to you and Mr. Quinney." Jordan walked to the cabinet. At his request Quinney opened it, displaying the beautiful interior. "I would gladly give eleven hundred pounds for this," he said quietly. "Will you accept that, Mr. Quinney?" Quinney chuckled, looking at Posy. "Um! There are memories connected with that cabinet, Mr. Hunsaker, which make me willing to part with it. It’s yours." "It’s mine." Solemnly he handed the cheque back to Quinney, who as solemnly received it, laying it upon his desk. Jordan held out his hand. "Good-day, Mr. Quinney. I hope to become one of your customers, and to send you some of my friends." Hunsaker turned to take leave of the ladies. "I’m fixing up that dinner and play, Miss Posy, so it won’t be good-bye. _Au revoir_?" "_Au revoir_," said Posy. *III* Quinney accompanied them downstairs. When he returned to the sanctuary, Tomlin was the first to greet him. "Joe," he said, "I’ve always wondered how a man without education could win your position in the trade. Now I know." "Honesty pays, Tom, sometimes. Which reminds me of that cheque I gave you. Hand it over, old man!" Tomlin did so reluctantly. "Am I entitled to a com. on the sale of that lac cabinet?" "As between man and man you are not, but when it comes to furnishin’ the great and growin’ town of Hunsaker with fancy bits, why you shan’t be left out in the cold." "So long," said Tomlin. He saluted the ladies politely, pausing at the door to address Susan: "You hang on to Joe, ma’am. He’ll make you Lady Quinney yet." Tomlin had heard of the prediction made long ago by the Queen of the Gipsies. "Send up James Miggott," said Quinney. He was left alone with Susan and Posy. The girl broke the silence: "Father!" "Wait! James is coming." The hardness had gone from his voice. Susan, far too dazed to realize what had taken place, but knowing vaguely that her husband seemed to have triumphed greatly, exclaimed joyously: "Ah, Joe, you’re going to forgive them." "Forgive—him? I ain’t settled with James yet." "He was only bluffing," faltered Posy. "He told me so." "Did he?" said her father. James entered. He had recovered his self-possession, and something of his native impudence. Quinney, it was true, had outwitted him, but the great fact remained—Posy loved him. "Stand you there, my lad!" James remained near the door, thinking of Posy’s three thousand pounds, which, unhappily, could not be touched till she was twenty-one. Men have, however, waited longer for less. "So you was bluffing—hey?" "Posy knew that I wouldn’t injure you, sir."