"You mean," he asked, incredulously, "that you think I want to marry you just so I can--can restore that money to you?" "Yes," she answered, defiantly. But there was a wavering note in the word, as though she had begun to doubt. He was silent a moment. Then-- "But if I told you--convinced you that you were wrong? What then?" There was no answer. She had turned her head away and stood as though poised for flight, one little clenched hand hanging at her side and gleaming like marble. He went toward her slowly across the few yards of turf. She heard him coming and began to tremble again. She wanted to run, but felt powerless to move. Then he was speaking to her and she felt his breath on her cheek. "Eve, dear, such a thought never came to me. Won't you believe that, please? I care nothing about Ed's money. If you like I'll never touch a cent of it. All I want on this earth is just you." His arms went around her. She never stirred, save for the tremors that shook her as a breeze shakes a reed. "Am I frightening you still?" he whispered. "I don't want to do that. I only want to make you happy, dear, and, oh, I'd try very hard if you'd let me. Won't you, Eve?" There was no answer. He held her very-lightly there with arms that ached to strain her close against his fast-beating heart. After a moment she asked, tremulously: "You tore up--the note?" "Yes," he answered. He felt a sigh quiver through her. "I'm glad," she whispered. Of a sudden she struggled free, pushing him away with her outstretched arms. "You must stand there," she said, in laughing whispers. She crossed her hands, palms out, above her forehead to keep the moonlight from her eyes. "Now, sir, answer me truthfully. You didn't--do that, what I said?" "No." "And you won't say anything more about having your way?" "No," he answered, with a happy laugh. "And you won't ever even want it?" "Never!" "And you--like me?" "Like you! I--" "Wait! Stay just where you are, please, Mr. Herrick." "Mr. Herrick?" "Well,--I haven't learnt any other name." "But you know it!" "No," she fibbed, with a soft laugh. "Anyhow--well, so far you've passed the examination beautifully. Is there--is there anything more you have to say for yourself before sentence is passed?" "Yes," he answered. "I came through the gate in the hedge." He went forward and dropped on his knee. "And I ask you to be my wife." "Who told you?" she gasped, striving to recover the hand he had seized on. "Miss Mullett." "Traitress!" Then she laughed. "That was my secret. But I know yours." "Mine? You mean--" "Yes, about the name of your mine. I saw it on an envelope in the parlor the other night. I don't see why you didn't want me to know. I'm sure I think it was very sweet of Edward to name the mine after me." She looked down at him mischievously. He got to his feet, still holding her hands--he had captured both now--and looked down at them as they lay in his.