confidently. 'But I'm glad to say there is no longer any question of
waiting. My father has consented to settle four hundred a year upon
me, the same sum as your brother proposes to settle on you. We can be
married when you like.'

She only looked at the spoilt water-colour, and it was with difficulty
that Alfred restrained himself from snatching it out of her hands.

'You do not answer. You heard what I said, that my father had agreed
to settle four hundred a year upon me?'

'I'm sure I'm very glad, for your sake.'

'That's a very cold answer, Mildred. I think I can say that I'm sure
of the appointment.'

'I'm glad, indeed I am, Alfred.'

'But only for my sake?'

Mildred sat looking at the water-colour.

'You see our marriage has been delayed so long; many things have come
between us.'

'What things?'

'Much that I'm afraid you'd not understand. You've often reproached
me,' she said, her voice quickening a little, 'with coldness. I'm
cold; it is not my fault. I'm afraid I'm not like other girls. ... I