Mrs. Wedmore would have interposed here, but her husband waved his hand imperially, and she remained silent. Max leaned back in his chair and met his father's eyes steadily. "You have made a mistake, sir, and my mother has made a mistake, too. It is quite true she may have seen me kissing Miss--Miss--Carrie, in fact. But I hope to have the right to kiss her. I want to marry her." "To marry this--this--" "This beautiful young girl, whom nobody has a word to say against," interrupted Max, in a louder voice. "Come, sir, you can't say I'm at my old tricks _now_. I've never wanted to marry any girl before." For the moment Mr. Wedmore was stupefied. This was worse, far worse than he had expected. Mrs. Wedmore, also, was rather shocked. But the sensation, was tempered, in her case, with admiration of her boy's spirit in daring to make this avowal. "Mind, I only say I _want_ to marry her. Because, so far, she has refused to have anything to say to me." "Not refused to marry you!" broke in Mrs. Wedmore, unable to remain quiet under such provocation as this. "Yes, refused to marry me, mother. I have asked her--begged her." "Oh, it's only artfulness, to make you more persistent," cried Mrs. Wedmore, indignantly. "Or perhaps," suggested Mr. Wedmore, in his driest tones, "the girl is shrewd enough to know that I should cut off a son who was guilty of such a piece of idiocy and leave him to his own resources." Max said nothing for a moment; then he remarked, quietly: "You have been threatening to do that already, sir, before there was any question of my marrying." Mrs. Wedmore was frightened by the tone Max was using. He was so much quieter than usual, so much more decided in his tone, that she began to think there was less chance than usual of his coming to an agreement with his father. "You know, Max," she said, coming over to his chair and putting an affectionate hand on his head, "that your father has only spoken to you as he has done because he wanted to rouse up your spirit and make you ashamed of being lazy." Max rose from his chair and turned to her with flashing eyes. "And now, when there is a chance of my rousing myself at last, when I am ready and anxious to prove it, and to set to work, and to settle down, he is angrier with me than ever. Mother, you know I'm right, and you know it isn't fair." Mrs. Wedmore looked with something like terror into her son's handsome, excited face. "But, my dear boy, don't you see that this would be ruin, to tie yourself to a girl like that? Why, she told me herself that she didn't belong to anywhere or anybody." "And is that any reason why she should never belong to anywhere or to anybody? If there was anything wrong about the girl herself, I would listen to you--" "Listen to us! You'll have to listen!" interrupted his father. Max glanced at him, and went on: "But there is not." "And how do you know that? How long have you known her?"