"What did you mean by telling Sheba that old Holt knew her father? What is he to tell her if they meet--that her father died of pneumonia brought on by drink? Is that what you want?" Gordon was honestly contrite. "I didn't think of that." "No, you were too busy thinking of something mean to say to Mr. Macdonald." He agreed, yet could not forbear one dig more. "I suppose I wanted Holt to tell her that Macdonald robbed her father and indirectly was the cause of his death." "Absurd!" exploded Diane. "You're so simple that you accept as true the gossip of every crack-brained idiot--when it suits your purpose." He smiled, boyishly, engagingly, as he held out his hand. "Don't let's quarrel, Di. I admit I forgot myself." "All right. We won't. But don't believe all the catty talk you hear, Gordon." "I'll try to believe only the truth." He smiled, a little ruefully. "And it isn't necessary for you to explain why the curfew law applies to me and not to Macdonald." She was on her dignity at once. "You're quite right. It isn't necessary. But I'm going to tell you anyhow. Mr. Macdonald is going away to-morrow for two or three days and he has some business he wants to talk over with Sheba. He had made an appointment with her, and I didn't think it fair to let your coming interfere with it." Gordon took this facer with his smile still working. "I've got a little business I want to talk over with _you_, Di." She had always been a young woman of rather a hard finish. Now she met him fairly, eye to eye. "Any time you like, Gordon." Elliot carried away with him one very definite impression. Diane intended Sheba to marry Macdonald if she could bring it about. She had as good as served notice on him that the girl was spoken for. The young man set his square jaw. Diane was used to having her own way. So was Macdonald. Well, the Elliots had a will of their own too. CHAPTER XII SHEBA SAYS "PERHAPS" Obeying the orders of the general in command, Peter took himself to his den with the excuse that he had blue-prints to work over. Presently Diane said she thought she heard one of the children crying and left to investigate. The Scotchman strode to the fireplace and stood looking down into the glowing coals. He seemed in no hurry to break the silence and Sheba glanced at his strong, brooding face a little apprehensively. Her excitement showed in the color that was beating into her cheeks. She knew of only one subject that would call for so formal a private talk between her and Macdonald, and any discussion of this she would very much have liked to postpone. He turned from the fire to Sheba. It was characteristic of him that he plunged straight at what he wanted to say. "I've asked to see you alone, Miss O'Neill, because I want to make a confession and restitution--to begin with," he told her abruptly. She had a sense of suddenly stilled pulses. "That sounds very serious." The young woman smiled faintly.