Delia, listening, was simply incapable of reply lest she should reveal the lurid anger which was simmering beneath. Her long absence from home and its incidents had gone far towards refining away the cynical vulgarity of mind and speech which was the prevailing tone in her family circle, from her father downwards. Not this alone, however, was at the back of her present indignation. A week had elapsed since her adventure, and the recollection of the acquaintanceship to which it had led--matter of a few minutes as such had been--glowed fresh in her mind, as indeed it had done ever since; though not for worlds would she have let drop word or hint to those about her that such was the case. She was by no means deficient in assurance and self-esteem, yet that day in the presence of Wagram she had felt inferior. He had seemed to her as a different order of being, this man whose prompt courage and readiness, and the exercise thereof, had glided so naturally into the calm considerate kindness whose first thought had been to make good her loss. The refinement of his aspect and manner, the utter absence of even any passing instinct to improve the situation, so different to those among whom she lived and moved, had completed the spell of magnetism he had all unconsciously cast over her, and in that short space her mind had undergone a complete transformation. Had the case been put before her as that of somebody else, Delia would unhesitatingly have pronounced it as one of falling over head and ears in love. Being her own it took on the aspect of a conversion to a sublime and compelling creed, the deity whereof was Wagram. And this was the man against whom her brother was suggesting a low and vulgar scheme of plunder--legal plunder, it was true, but still plunder. "Bob," she said at last. "If ever you propose such a thing again, from that moment you and I are no longer on speaking terms. I never heard a more unutterably caddish suggestion, and I've heard more than one as you know," she added witheringly. "Don't see it at all. Damage to person pursuing lawful way along a public road--dangerous animal--property of `coiny' swells. Coiny swells able to pay. Make 'em. What's the law for, I'd like to know?" "To swindle and fleece respectable people. To fatten a pack of bloodsucking thieves," answered Delia, with trembling lips and flashing eyes. "In this instance I'd rather hang myself than have anything to do with it. Law, indeed!" "Would you?" growled Bob. "Well, then, you won't get any choice, because the old man'll take it up, and then you'll have to come forward. And he'll collar the damages instead of you." "He'll get none. I'll refuse to appear." "Ha--ha. You'll have to. You'll be subpoenaed."