w," he persisted, "but you must hear me finish. I want you
to know what I did with it. I went home with it jingling in my
pocket, and called out my father and spread it on the counter before
him. 'Look at it,' I said, and his eyes fairly glistened.
'And now,' I said, 'hear me tell you that neither you nor I touches a
penny of it.' I took him up the hill to the cathedral and crammed it
into a box there. For the touch of it burned my fingers till I got
rid of it, same as it burned your father's. The old man fairly
capered to see me and cried out that I must be mad. 'Think so?' said
I, 'then there's worse to come.' I led him home again, went to my
drawerful of savings, and counted out the like sum to a penny.
'That's towards a chair for her,' said I; 'and that's towards a sofy;
and there's for this, and there's for that. If she will condescend
to the likes of me, like a queen she shall be treated while I have
fingers to work.' That's what I said, Miss Hetty: and that's what I
want to tell you, foolish as you'll think it, and rough belike."

She turned suddenly upon him with swimming eyes.

"'Condescend'?" she echoed.

He nodded. "That's so: and like dirt you may treat me. You did
once, you know. I'd like it to go on."

She spread her hands vaguely. "Why _will_ you be kind to me? When--
when--"

"When you'd far liefer have every excuse to hate the sight of me.
Oh, I understand! Well, I'd even give you that, if it pleased you,
and I could."

She looked at him now, long and earnestly. Her next question was a
strange one and had little connection with her thoughts.

"Did you sign that letter?"

"What letter?"

"The one you sent to father."

He fingered his jaw in a puzzled way. "I never sent any letter to
your father. Writing's none so easy to me, though sorry I am to say
it."

"Then it must have been--" Light broke on her, but she paused and
suppressed Patty's name.

"I like you," she went on, "because you speak honestly with me."

"Come, that's better."

"No: I want you to understand. It's because your honesty makes me
able to be honest with you." She drew herself up to the height of
her superb beauty and touched her breast. "You see me?" she asked in
a low, hurried voice. "I am yours. My father has said it, and I
repeat it, adding this: I make no bargain, except that you will be
honest. I am to be your wife: use me as you will. All that life
with you calls to be undergone, I w