'You do right, 'm. I'll fetch you a glass.'

'And Elizabeth, if you'd care to have some----'

'Thank you very much 'm, I _did_ take the liberty of 'avin' a taste
already, but a little drop more wouldn't do me any 'arm, as the sayin'
is.'

She went out. Marion set down her glass and put away her
pocket-handkerchief. 'How silly of me to worry about Mr. Harbinger,'
she said. 'After all, I suppose Fate never intended us for each other.'

I recognized in a flash that Elizabeth had succeeded where I had
failed, and I was conscious of a certain admiration for her methods.
Yet at that moment no hint of subsequent events filtered into my mind;
I did not suspect--even dimly--the possibilities of Elizabeth.




CHAPTER VI

Neither Elizabeth or Marion like William. Of the two, Elizabeth is
more tolerant towards him, merely commenting that 'she couldn't abide
his ways.' Marion, however, views him with an antipathy entirely
foreign to one of her gentle nature. I think, in the light of what
happened later, if she had only shown a little more forbearance towards
him it might have simplified matters.