"What message? None!" and again he laid his hand upon his waistcoat. "He asked me to be--" But she could not tell her father of what nature was the message. "Father, he is a reptile. If you knew all, you would be unable to keep your hands from his throat. And now he dares to come here and talk to me of his affection. You had better bid him leave the room and have done with him." "You hear what my daughter says, Mr. Moss." "Yes, I hear her," answered the poor innocent-looking tenor. "But what does she mean? Why is she so fierce?" "He knows, father," said Rachel. "Have nothing further to say to him." "I don't think that I do quite know," said Mr. O'Mahony. "But you can see, at any rate, Mr. Moss, that she does not return your feeling." "I would make her my wife to-morrow," said Mr. Moss, slapping his waistcoat once more. "And do you, as the young lady's papa, think of what we two might do together. I know myself, I know my power. Madame Socani is a jealous woman. She would wish to be taken into partnership with me,--not a partnership of hearts, but of theatres. She has come with some insolent message, but not from me;--ah, not from me!" "You never tried to kiss me? You did not make two attempts?" "I would make two thousand if I were to consult my own heart." "When you knew that I was engaged to Mr. Jones!" "What was Mr. Jones to me? Now I ask your respectable parent, is Miss Rachel unreasonable? When a gentleman has lost his heart in true love, is he to be reproached because he endeavours to seize one little kiss? Did not Mr. Jones do the same?" "Bother Mr. Jones!" said Rachel, overcome by the absurdity of the occasion. "As you observed just now, Mr. Jones and I are two. Things have not turned out happily, though I am not obliged to explain all that to you. But Mr. Jones is to me all that a man should be; you, Mr. Moss, are not. Now, father, had he not better go?" "I don't think any good is to be done, I really don't," said Mr. O'Mahony. "Why am I to be treated in this way?" "Because you come here persevering when you know it's no good." "I think of what you and I might do together with Moss's theatre between us." "Oh, heavens!" "You should be called the O'Mahony. Your respectable papa should keep an eye to your pecuniary interest." "I could keep an eye myself for that." "You would be my own wife, of course--my own wife." "I wouldn't be anything of the kind." "Ah, but listen!" continued Mr. Moss. "You do not know how the profits run away into the pockets of _impresarios_ and lessees and money-lenders. We should have it all ourselves. I have L30,000 of my own, and my respectable parent in New York has as much more. It would all be the same as ours. Only think! Before long we would have a house on the Fifth Avenue so furnished that all the world should wonder; and another at Newport, where the world should not be admitted to wonder. Only think!" "And Madame Socani to look after the furniture!" said Rachel.