at an English yeoman is! or perhaps you don't! My greatest
kindness is to keep away from the Mill on the Rose" ...

But Felicia Warren was not thinking of Glousceshire or of her father.
Still looking down at the money on the table, not even toward her
newly-found friend, she went on, "It is not half as curious, our
meeting here, as one might think. I knew you were here when I came and
I have watched you every day with--with your friend." A slight
expression of amusement crossed her face as, looking up, she caught his
puzzled expression. "Ah, you wonder about it!" she laughed gently.
Coming a little nearer to him, she went on: "You see, you have been my
benefactor, haven't you?"

(Bulstrode wondered in just how far he _had_ been beneficent!) "It's
natural I should remember you with gratitude, isn't it? Thanks to you
I have made my name." Her pride was touching. "You've made it
possible for me to know the world, to know life and to realize my
career. And now," she emphasized, "you've come to save my life and
afterward give me a little fortune." Here she again pointed to the
money. "My father took your money for years, Mr. Bulstrode, but _this,
this_ must all go back. You must take it back soon--not that it could
really tempt me, but it hurts me to see it there."

Bulstrode, more wretched than he had yet been in his philanthropic
failures stared at her helplessly. This blind beneficence, this gift
made to the miller in a moment of enthusiasm had produced--how could he
otherwise believe--fatal results? Here was this delicate creature in
the fastest place in Europe, deserted by a man who had brought her
here--on the verge of suicide.

Whilst speaking, Felicia Warren gathered up the gold and notes and she
was thrusting the money into his hand.

"Please, please be reasonable," he pleaded. "You must let me help you.
There isn't any question of delicacy in the situation where you find
yourself to-night. If ever a man should be a woman's friend, I should
be that friend to you, and you must let me. Don't refuse. Money is
such a little thing, such a stupid little thing."

Miss Warren shook her head obstinately. "Oh, that depends! I've
worked so hard that money often seems to me everything. Indeed, I
thought so to-night when I had not a sou! I shall think so to-morrow
when they seize my trunks for the hotel bill."

"Seize your trunks!" he exclaimed. "Why--you don't mean to say----?"

The actress blush