"Yes," said Madelaine, hesitating. Then putting down her work she rose and went to her father's side, knelt down, and resting her arms upon his knees, looked straight up in his face. "Well, Maddy?" "I wanted to speak to you about Harry Vine." There was a slight twitching about the merchant's brows, but his face was calm directly, and he said coolly-- "What about Harry Vine?" Madelaine hesitated for a few moments, and then spoke out firmly and bravely. "I have been thinking about his position, father, and of how sad it is for him to be wasting his days as he is down here." "Very sad, Maddy. He is, as Luke Vine says, going wrong. Well?" "I have been thinking, papa, that you might take him into your office and give him a chance of redeeming the past." "Nice suggestion, my dear. What would old Crampton say?" "Mr Crampton could only say that you had done a very kind act for the son of your old friend." "Humph! Well?" "You could easily arrange to take him, papa, and with your firm hand over him it would do an immense deal of good." "Not to me." There was a pause during which Van Heldre gazed into his child's unblenching eyes. "So we are coming at facts," he said at last. "Harry asked you to interfere on his behalf?" Madelaine shook her head and smiled. "Is this your own idea?" "Entirely." "Then what was the meaning of the walk on the beach to-day?" "Harry sought for it, and said that we had been playfellows from children, that he loved me very dearly, and he asked me to be his wife." "The--" Van Heldre checked himself. "And what did you say?" "That it was impossible." "Then you do not care for him?" cried Van Heldre eagerly. Madelaine was silent. "Then you do not care for him?" said Van Heldre again. "I'm afraid I care for him very much indeed, father," said Madelaine firmly; "and it grieves me so to see him drifting away that I determined to ask you to come to his help." "Let me thoroughly understand you, my darling. You love George Vine's son--your old friend's brother?" "Yes, father," said Madelaine, in a voice little above a whisper. "And he has asked you to be his wife?" "Yes." "Tell me what answer you gave him?" "In brief, that I would never marry a man so wanting in self-respect and independence as he has shown himself to be." "Hah!" It was a softly-uttered ejaculation, full of content. "He said that our parents were rich, that there was no need for him to toil as he had done, but that if I consented it would give him an impetus to work." "And you declined conditionally?" "I declined absolutely, father." "And yet you love him?" "I'm afraid I love him very dearly, father." "You are a strange girl, Madelaine." "Yes, father." "Do you know what it means for me to take this wilful young fellow into my office?" "Much trouble and care." "Yes. Then why should I at my time of life fill my brain with worry and care?"