Lacrima was so amazed at the mild tone he used and at the drift of his words, that she turned full upon him her large liquid eyes with an expression in them of something almost like gratitude. The corners of her mouth twitched. The reaction was too great. She felt she could not keep back her tears. Mr. Romer quietly continued. “In all these things, my dear young lady, the world presents itself as a series of bargains and compromises. My brother has made you his offer--a flattering and suitable one. In the girlish excitement of the first shock you have totally refused to listen to him. But the world moves round. Such natural moods do not last forever. They often do not last beyond the next day! In order to help you--to make it easier for you--to bring such a mood to an end, I also, in my turn, have a little proposal to make.” Lacrima’s expression changed with terrible rapidity; she stared at him panic-stricken. “My proposal is this,” said Mr. Romer, quietly handing her the box of chocolates, and smiling as she waved it away. “As I said just now, the world is a place of bargains and compromises. Nothing ever occurs between human beings which is not the result of some unuttered transaction of occult diplomacy. Led by your instincts you reject my brother’s offer. Led by my instincts I offer you the following persuasion to overcome your refusal.” He placed another chocolate in his mouth. “I know well,” he went on, “your regard and fondness--I might use even stronger words--for our friend Maurice Quincunx. Now what I propose is this. I will settle upon Maurice,--you shall see the draft itself and my signature upon it,--an income sufficient to enable him to live comfortably and happily, wherever he pleases, without doing a stroke of work, and without the least anxiety. I will arrange it so that he cannot touch the capital of the sum I make over to him, and has nothing to do but to sign receipts for each quarter’s dividend, as the bank makes them over to him. “The sum I will give him will be so considerable, that the income from it will amount to not less than three hundred pounds a year. With this at his disposal he will be able to live wherever he likes, either here or elsewhere. And what is more,”--here Mr. Romer looked intently and significantly at the trembling girl--“what is more, he will be in a position to _marry_ whenever he may desire to do so. I believe”--he could not refrain from a tone of sardonic irony as he added this--“that you have found him not particularly well able to look after himself. I shall sign this document, rendering your friend free from financial anxiety for the rest of his life, on the day when you are married to Mr. Goring.” When he had finished speaking Lacrima continued to stare at him with a wide horror-struck gaze.