“There is something else,” he said. And now there was almost an awkwardness in his voice. “Something else which I want to say, though perhaps Mr. Barton could say it for me--but which I would rather say straight to you--and that is you must let me settle such a sum of money on you as you had every right to expect from my aunt, after the promises I understand she always made to you----” This time I did not wait for him to finish! I bounded up from my seat--some uncontrollable sensation of wounded pride throbbing and thrilling through me. “Money!--Money from you!” I exclaimed. “Not if I were starving!”--then I sat down again, ashamed of this vehemence. How would he interpret it! But it galled me so, and yet I had been ready an hour ago to have accepted him as my husband! Why, then, this revolt at the idea of receiving a fair substitute in gold? Really, one is a goose, and I had time to realize, even in this tumult of emotion, that there can be nothing so inconsistent as the feelings of a girl. “You must not be foolish!” he said, coldly. “I intend to settle the money whether you will or no, so do not make any further trouble about it!” There was something in his voice so commanding and arrogant, just as I noticed at first, that every obstinate quality in my nature rose to answer him. “I do not know anything about the law in the matter; you may settle what you choose, but I shall never touch any of it,” I said, as calmly as I could; “so it seems ridiculous to waste the money, does it not? You may not, perhaps, be aware I have enough of my own, and do not in any way require yours.” He became colder and more exasperated. “As you please, then,” he said, snappishly, and Mr. Barton, fortunately entering at that moment, the conversation was cut short, and I left them.