Jill had dropped her utensils, and the palette lay paint side downwards on the floor. She put her small hands on St. John's wrists and tried to free herself from his embrace, but the attempt was ineffectual, his arms Only tightened round her, and his face bent lower until it was on a level with her own. She looked into his eyes and read in them a laughing mastery that defied her efforts to escape, and, even while it angered her, set her pulses leaping in a wild excitement that was half fear, half gladness. She breathed quickly, and pulled at his wrists again. "Let me go," she whispered. "How dare you touch me?" But he only laughed in answer and held her closer to him, and for the first time Jill felt his warm kisses on her lips. "It's not a bit of good," he said; "you can't get away. I feel as though I could hold you to my heart for ever. You expelled me for a fault that I was not guilty of; I am now going to justify your accusation. Jill, Jill, you foolish child, what are you thinking? Don't shrink away like that, dear. I love you, my darling, my little independent, high-spirited girl. I love every tone of your voice, every fresh mood, wound and vex me though they may at the time. Jill will you marry me?" "No," Jill answered with curt abruptness. He shook his head at her reprovingly, but looked not the least whit disconcerted. "Oh! yes, you will," he returned with confidence; "you must if I have to carry you all the way to the Church in my arms like this. I can't let you go again; these last four days have been unbearable. Answer me truly, haven't you found them so too, dear?--just a little sad and lonely, eh Jill?" "Stand back," she cried still struggling futilely to shake him off. "You are mad to talk to me the way you are doing, and I should be worse than mad to listen." "Oh! no, you wouldn't," he replied with gay audacity. "You can't help listening, sweetheart, any more than you can prevent my kissing you. Come, Jill, end this farce and be candid. Is it pique, dear, or what? Why won't you own that you care for me? I know you do." "Yes. Oh, my God, yes!" she answered, and she broke into violent sobs. "I wish from my heart that I could answer truthfully that I do not." He was startled at her outburst, and drew back in consternation letting his hands fall to his sides. She was free enough now, but she hardly seemed to realise the fact and made no attempt to rise. "Jill," he exclaimed, "what is it? What has happened, dear? Won't you tell me?"