equally objectionable. Little Harrie knew nothing--at three years it
was hardly likely; but she never prattled of her mother as children of
that age usually do. There is some mystery about Captain Hunsden's
wife, and--pardon me--if you like Miss Hunsden, you ought to have it
cleared up."

Everard laughed--a harsh, strident laugh.

"If I like Miss Hunsden, my dear little non-committal Milly. Am I to
go to Hunsden Hall and say to its master, 'Look here, Captain Hunsden,
give me proofs of your marriage--tell me all about your mysterious
wife. You have a very handsome, high-spirited daughter, but before I
commit myself by falling in love with her, I want to make sure there
was no tarnish on the late Mrs. Hunsden's wedding-ring.' Captain
Harold Hunsden is a proud man. How do you think he will like the style
of that?"

Mildred stood silent, looking distressed.

"I wish I had married Lady Louise a month ago, and gone out of the
country!" he burst out, vehemently. "I wish I had never seen this
girl. She is everything that is objectionable--a half-civilized
madcap--shrouded in mystery and poverty--danced over the world in a
baggage-wagon. I have quarreled with my mother for the first time on
her account. But I love her--I love her with all my heart--and I shall
go mad or shoot myself if I don't make her my wife!"

He flung himself impetuously, face downward, on the sofa. Mildred
stood pallid and scared in the middle of the floor. Once he lifted his
head and looked at her.