``Yes, I'll go,'' said Mildred. Her gaze was upon the
untouched food on her plate.

``Of course she'll go,'' said Presbury. ``And she'll
marry him if she can. Won't you, miss?''

He spoke in his amiably insulting way--as distinguished
from the way of savagely sneering insult he
usually took with her. He expected no reply. She
surprised him. She lifted her tragic eyes and looked
fixedly at him. She said:

``Yes, I'll go. And I'll marry him if I can.''

``I told him he could have you,'' said Presbury. ``I
explained to him that you were a rare specimen of the
perfect lady--just what he wanted--and that you,
and all your family, would be grateful to anybody who
would undertake your support.''

Mrs. Presbury flushed angrily. ``You've made it
perfectly useless for her to go!'' she cried.

``Calm yourself, my love,'' said her husband. ``I
know Bill Siddall thoroughly. I said what would help.
I want to get rid of her as much as you do--and that's
saying a great deal.''

Mrs. Presbury flamed with the wrath of those who