Having gained his object, Bennet tried to drop the bully and to become the lover. "You do love me," said Kitty, scanning his face. "With all my soul!" "And yet your love is not strong enough to make you give me up--even when you know I do not love you, and that my love is another's?" "Oh, I am not that sort of man; I am uncommonly human. When I see my chance I go for it with all my might; and here is my chance come by wonderful luck, and I take it. What an ass I should be not to take it! Do you blame me so much for doing so, when you, Kitty, are the prize to be won?" Confident now that he had carried the day, Bennet spoke quite pleasantly. He even attempted to put his arm round the girl, but she would not let him. "Mr. Bennet," she said, the colour burning in her cheeks, "I have promised to marry you, and I shall not break my word, but I do not love you. Pray spare me until--until----" And she stopped with a slight choke. Bennet swore under his breath. Aloud he said, "As you please, Kitty," and stood frowning at her heavily. "My promise to you," Kitty reminded him, "is conditional on your giving Mr. Eversleigh a full discharge from all his indebtedness to you." "Yes. You shall have the necessary document from me on the day of our marriage; that is fair, is it not?" "Will you not let me have it now, or very soon?" "I'm to give everything and get nothing?" asked Bennet. But even as he put this question he told himself there was no danger of the girl going back from her promise, and that he might safely let her have the discharge. Still, if he did so, it must be on terms. So he continued, "I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll give you that discharge the first time you kiss me." Kitty, though her heart felt like breaking all the while, smiled a wan assent. "Is it a bargain?" he inquired. And she nodded. "You shall have the discharge," cried Bennet, "as soon as it can be prepared. Does that content you?" "Yes," said Kitty, and there was a pause. "My proposed marriage to you," said Kitty, speaking again, "will bring about some changes. It is quite plain that I can stay no longer at Ivydene with the Eversleighs--they will not understand why I am acting as I am doing, and, indeed, they must not suspect why it is. I shall have to invent some plea--some excuse. Until I have gone--for I must go--I do not wish them to know that I am to marry you. Francis Eversleigh will know, but none of the rest need know until I have left Surbiton." "Where do you think of going?" inquired Bennet. "You must not go far away." "I have a distant relative--a second cousin of my father's--in Yorkshire. She is an elderly lady, and has more than once asked me to pay her a visit. It is to her that I shall go. Indeed, there is no other to whom I could go; she is the only relative that I have in the world." "Yorkshire is a long way off," said Bennet. "I can think of nothing else," she said.