"Oh, there is no use going into it," Saunders said, sharply, "but if you think ten thousand dollars will stop a creature of that stamp, your long experience with such women has not taught you much. She will dog you to the end of her days." "I don't think so, Jarvis." Mostyn seldom used Saunders's Christian name, and it came out now in a tone of all but insistent conciliation. "By giving her the money just now I rendered her a peculiar service. She wanted it to save her brother from arrest and disgrace." "And you think that will silence her permanently? Well, it won't. You will hear from her again, if I am any sort of judge." "You take a gloomy view of it," Mostyn protested. "In fact, I don't exactly know how to make you out to-day. You seem different. Surely you don't oppose my--my marriage?" "Not in the slightest. I have scarcely thought of it." "Well, then, what is the matter?" The sudden set silence after such a demand showed plainly that the question was well-timed. Mostyn repeated it less urgently, but he repeated it. "I have just got back from my plantation"--Saunders glanced at the closed door furtively--"and while I was there I heard some slight gossip about your attentions to my little friend Dolly Drake. You know mountain people, Mostyn, usually make as much as possible of such things. The truth is, some have gone so far as to say that you and _she_ were likely to marry." Mostyn's tanned skin faintly glowed. "They have no--no right to go so far as that," he stammered. "I was with her a good deal, for, as you know, she is very entertaining." "No one knows it better," Saunders said, firmly. "She is the most courageous, beautiful, and brilliant creature I have ever met. More than that, she has long been the most wronged. She has her whole family, including her moonshining father, on her frail shoulders. It is because of these things that I am tempted to speak plainly about a certain--" "Go on." Mostyn swallowed anxiously, for his partner had paused. "I have no personal right to inquire into your conduct," Saunders continued, "but a certain thing has filled me with fear--fear for that poor child's happiness. I met her yesterday near her school, and the awful look in her face haunted me through the night. She had nothing to say, no questions to ask, but the dumb look of despair in her eyes could not be misread. I have known you a long time, Mostyn, and I can't remember your failing to make love to every pretty woman you have been thrown with. I hope I am mistaken this time--with all my soul, I do." Mostyn turned in his revolving chair. He tried to meet the cold stare of his partner steadily. "Jarvis, I am in the deepest trouble that I ever faced." "So it is true!" burst from Saunders's lips. "My God, it is true!" "But don't misunderstand me." Mostyn laid an eager hand on the knee close to his own. "My reputation is so bad in your eyes that I must assure you that--that she is as pure as--"