"I did care for you, and that day I thought you were going to say something, but you didn't--you were so distant and troubled, and seemed not even to like me--though I felt sure you loved me. I had thought you were going to tell me, and I'd have accepted--yes, for the money--though I liked you so much. Why, when I first met you in that mine and thought you were a workman, I'm not sure I wouldn't have married you if you had asked me. But it was different again when I found out about you. And that day in the woods I thought something had come between us. Only after dinner you seemed kinder, and I knew at once you thought better of me, and might even seek me--I knew it in the way a woman knows things she doesn't know at all. I went into the library with a candle to look into the mirror, almost sure you were going to come. Then I heard your steps and I was so glad--but it wasn't you-I'd been mistaken again-you still disliked me. I was so disappointed and hurt and heartsick, and he kissed me and soothed me. And after that directly I saw through him, and I knew I truly did love you just as I'd wanted to love the man who would be my husband--only all that nonsense about money that had been dinned into me so long kept me from seeing it at first. But I was sure you didn't care for me when they talked so about you, and that--you never _did_ care for her, did you--you _couldn't_ have cared for her, could you?--and yet, after that night, I'd such a queer little feeling as if you _had_ come for me, and had seen--" "Surely a gentleman never sees anything he wasn't meant to see." "I'm so glad--I should have been _so_ ashamed--" They were still a moment, while he stroked her hair. "They'll be turning in early to-night, having to get up to-morrow and preach sermons--what a dreary place heaven must be compared with this!" She sat up quickly. "Oh, I'd forgotten. How awful it is. _Isn't_ it awful?" "It will soon be over." "But think of my people, and what's expected of me--think of Mr. Shepler." "Shepler's doing some hard thinking for himself by this time." "Really, you're a dreadful person--" There was a knock. "The cabman outside, sir, says how long is he to wait, sir?" "Tell him to wait all night if I don't come; tell him if he moves off that spot I'll have his license taken away. Tell him I'm the mayor's brother." "Yes, sir." "And, Jarvis, who's in the house besides you?" "Miss Briggs, the maid, sir--but she's just ready to go out, sir." "Stop her--say Miss Milbrey wishes to ask a favour of her; and Jarvis." "Yes, sir!" "Go put on that neat black street coat of yours that fits you so beautifully in the back, and a purple cravat, and your shiny hat, and wait for us with Briggs. We shall want you in a moment." "Yes, Mr. Bines." She looked at him wonderingly. "We need two witnesses, you know. I learned that from Oldaker just now." "But do give me a _moment_, everything is all so whirling and hazy."