"You must be a man, Algy, dear, and go on and make something of your life, as I mean to do. You must be a great soldier. You come of such a grand old family, you ought to remember what all your ancestors have done, and try to be as fine as they were--It's so paltry to drift--You can remember me if you want to--as someone who wasn't weak, even though I am only a common girl, and much beneath you in class. If I was of your class I should now be tempted to marry you, and then I expect with my sort of nature I'd just shove you on into doing something great. But I couldn't as it is, all my time would be taken up with trying to educate myself to keep my own head above water, and trying to suppress my humiliation at the contempt of your friends. You are only a younger son, and they would never forgive you, and we would just lead a hole and corner sort of existence in wretched poverty, and grow to have quarrels and not love at all." [Illustration: "'You must ... go on and make something of your life, as I mean to do.'"] He was going to interrupt her but she put her grey gloved hand across his lips. "No, dear, don't say anything--I want to go away from you with the memory that you have asked me to be your wife--I cannot be that for both our sakes, and it would cut me to the heart to hear you say words, now that you know this, which would mean that you want me, failing that, to go on with the other relation."--She paused, for a second, and leaning forward, looked straight into his face--"Algy, I want to remember you as a really perfect gentleman." She had gained her point with this last appeal. She saw that in an instant; he straightened himself and raised his handsome head, while the pride of race looked forth from his eyes for a moment, and then was quenched by the mist of tears. "You are a splendid girl, Katherine," he said in a choking voice, "a far greater lady than the rotters I have to dance with at balls and see as my sisters' friends. You--by Jove! you have taught me to respect women. I should be honoured if you would marry me, and my family ought to be jolly glad to get such a good sort among them!" "Thank you, Algy!" her voice now trembled, too. "Then you understand, dear, and I want you to do just as well as you can in Egypt--and, and--Algy, do try not to spend so much money, and when they have paid up for you, don't go and get back into any moneylender's hands. They are not all so honest as Liv and Dev. And now I want to say good-bye! I don't want to be silly and--cry----" "Oh! it's too cruel!" he exclaimed, clasping his hands. "Katherine, you are like--only I think you mean to be kinder than she was--_Mademoiselle de Maupin_!" She stiffened, and her eyes, which were growing very misty, became hard and bright. She thought he was referring to another lady of the half-world--of Paris, perhaps, this time. He saw that she had misunderstood him, and he added quickly: