"You will hate me--" she began, smiling wanly, the tears bright in her eyes; and she knew that it was not easy to hate her. "I have taken money from Mr. Gillespie, for my father, since I came here. It is a large sum, and when my father left here he went away to spend it--to waste it. It is all gone, and worse than gone. I must pay that back--I must not be under obligations to Mr. Gillespie. It was wrong, it was very wrong of me, but I was distracted, half crazed by my father's threats of violence against Aunt Pat--against us all. I am sure that you can see how I came to do it. And now you are my friend; will you help me?" and she broke off, smiling, tearful, her back to the balustrade, her hand at her side lightly touching it. She had confidence, I thought, in the power of tears, as she slipped her handkerchief into her sleeve and waited for me to answer. "Of course Mr. Gillespie only loaned you the money to help you over a difficulty; in some way that must be cared for. I like him; he is a fellow of good impulses. I repeat that I believe this matter can be arranged readily enough, by yourself and your father. My intrusion would only make a worse muddle of your affairs. Send for your father and let him go to your aunt in the right spirit; and I believe that an hour's talk will settle everything." "You seem to have misunderstood my purpose in coming here, Mr. Donovan," she answered coldly. "I asked your help, not your advice. I have even thrown myself on your mercy, and you tell me to do what you know is impossible." "Nothing is so impossible as the present attitude of your father. Until that is changed your aunt would be doing your father a great injury by giving him this money." "And as for me--" and her eyes blazed--"as for me," she said, choking with anger, "after I have opened this page of my life to you and you have given me your fatherly advice--as for me, I will show you, and Aunt Pat and all of them, that what can not be done one way may be done in another. If I say the word and let the law take its course with my uncle--that man who brought all these troubles upon us--you may have the joy of knowing that it was your fault--your fault, Mr. Donovan!" "I beg of you, do nothing! If you will not bring your father to Miss Pat, please let me arrange the meeting." "He will not listen to you. He looks upon you as a meddler; and so do I, Mr. Donovan!" "But your uncle--you must not, you would not!" I cried, terror-struck to see how fate drew her toward the pitfall from which I hoped to save her. "Don't say 'must not' to me, if you please!" she flung back; but when she reached the door she turned and said calmly, though her eyes still blazed: "I suppose it is not necessary for me to ask that you consider what I have said to you confidential."