"Jack Butler!" said the girl, in tones of scornful surprise. "The idea!
How blind men are; you're all alike, I think. You can't see two inches
in front of you. She's as pleased as possible that you are coming on
Wednesday; and so am--"

Mr. Sharp caught his breath. "Yes?" he murmured.

"Let's go down here," said Miss Garland quickly; "down by the river. And
I'll tell you what we want you to do."

She placed her hand lightly on his arm, and Mr. Sharp, with a tremulous
smile, obeyed. The smile faded gradually as he listened, and an
expression of anxious astonishment took its place. He shook his head as
she proceeded, and twice ventured a faint suggestion that she was only
speaking in jest. Convinced at last, against his will, he walked on in
silent consternation.

"But," he said at last, as Miss Garland paused for breath, "your uncle
would never forgive me. He'd never let me come near the house again."

"Aunt will see to that," said the girl, confidently. "But, of course, if
you don't wish to please me--"

She turned away, and Mr. Sharp, plucking up spirit, ventured to take her
hand and squeeze it. A faint, a very faint, squeeze in return decided
him.

"It will come all right afterwards," said Miss Garland, "especially with
the hold it will give aunt over him."