She smiled sadly. This was the second time in her young life that she had been undeservedly thrust forth upon the world. But she ventured a gentle remonstrance. "Give me till to-morrow," she pleaded, "and I will go. It is so sudden, and I am not prepared." "I have nothing to do with that," he said roughly. "You must go to-day." "If it must be," she said, resignedly, "I must submit. Will you kindly ask Mr. Leonard Paget to come to me?" Needless to say that this cruel move had been prompted by the villain with whom Emilia was presently once more face to face. "Have you reflected upon my offer?" he asked. "Yes," she replied. "I cannot accept it." He shrugged his shoulders, but not exactly at his ease. Did the rejection mean that she intended to fight for her rights? This might prove awkward. Her next words reassured him and made him jubilant again. "I prefer to depend only upon myself, and to get my own living." "How? Where?" "I am well educated, and may be fortunate enough to obtain a situation as governess in a family or school where a knowledge of English is desirable. I thank you for your advice as to my future place of residence, and I shall remain abroad. I have no friends in England--nor, indeed, anywhere," she added, with a pitiful sigh, "and I never wish to see it again." "The landlord informs me," said Leonard, "that he has given you notice to leave the inn immediately." "He has been here with the same unkind order. Of course I must go." "Of course: He has a right to send people away of whom he does not approve. What will you do? No one else in the village will give you shelter. I have made myself responsible for the expenses you have incurred since my dear brother's death." "That is hardly just," said Emilia, "as I have no claim upon you; but my purse is empty. I must go away before night." She paused a moment or two before she resumed. "Things have been removed from my room during my illness which I might sell, and thus be enabled to take my departure. I am not strong enough to go away on foot." "Everything belonged to my brother." "I do not dispute that." "Would it not be sensible on your part to reconsider your determination. Accept the offer I have made to you." "I cannot." Her eyes fell upon the rings on her finger--the wedding ring which Gerald had placed there, and the diamond ring which he had given her. With a lover's extravagance he had purchased one of considerable value. Leonard knew the price he had paid for it, one hundred guineas. "These," said Emilia, pathetically, "are my own." "I lay no claim to them," said Leonard, ungraciously. "But they are really my own?" "Consider them so." She removed the diamond ring from her finger. "Is there any person in the village who will purchase this of me?" "No one rich enough. I will do so, if you wish." "I humbly thank you. Give me what you like for it." "I will give you a thousand francs," said Leonard, with a sudden fit of generosity.