"Not such a man as Captain Winstanley. He does not know what love means. He would have made me marry him if he could, because I am to have the estate by-and-bye. Failing that, he has made you accept him for your husband. Yes, he has conquered you, as a cat conquers a bird, fascinating the poor wretch with its hateful green eyes. You are quite young enough and pretty enough to win a good man's regard, if you were a penniless unprotected widow, needing a husband to shelter you and provide for you. But you are the natural victim of such a man as Captain Winstanley." "You are altogether unjust and unreasonable," exclaimed Mrs. Tempest, weeping copiously. "Your poor dear father spoiled you. No one but a spoiled child would talk as you are talking. Who made you a judge of Captain Winstanley? It is not true that he ever wanted to marry you. I don't believe it for an instant." "Very well, mother. If you are wilfully blind----" "I am not blind. I have lived twice as long as you have. I am a better judge of human nature than you can be." "Not of your admirer's, your flatterer's nature," cried Vixen. "He has slavered you with pretty speeches and soft words, as the cobra slavers his victim, and he will devour you, as the cobra does. He will swallow up your peace of mind, your self-respect, your independence, your money--all good things you possess. He will make you contemptible in the eyes of all who know you. He will make you base in your own eyes." "It is not true. You are blinded by prejudice." "I want to save you from yourself, if I can." "You are too late to save me, as you call it. Captain Winstanley has touched my heart by his patient devotion, I have not been so easily won as you seem to imagine. I have refused him three times. He knows that I had made up my mind never to marry again. Nothing was farther from my thoughts than a second marriage. I liked him as a companion and friend. That he knew. But I never intended that he should be more to me than a friend. He knew that. His patience has conquered me. Such devotion as he has given me has not often been offered to a woman. I do not think any woman living could resist it. He is all that is good and noble, and I am assured, Violet, that as a second father----" Vixen interrupted her with a cry of horror. "For God's sake, mamma, do not utter the word 'father' in conjunction with his name. He may become your husband--I have no power to prevent that evil--but he shall never call himself my father." "What happiness can there be for any of us, Violet, when you start with such prejudices?" whimpered Mrs. Tempest. "I do not expect there will be much," said Vixen. "Good-night, mamma." "You are very unkind. You won't even stop to hear how it came about--how Conrad persuaded me to forego my determination."