"Not yet; but I mean to!"
"You mean to—"
"Yes, I do!"
"That is it—that is it—the self-same cretur that left the print of her fingers on my cheek, and of herself on my heart. It is her who wishes to cast me to the earth, and have me stamped on by the law. Oh, Maggie Casey, Maggie Casey, I wouldn't have believed it of you!"
"And I wouldn't have believed you capable of refusing me fifty pounds!"
"Fifty pounds! It was twenty-five, Miss Margaret."
"Yes; but I've changed my mind. One does not want to be refused a miserable sum like that. I've doubled it."
"But I did not refuse; I only wanted to put the subject off till we had talked of old times—I didn't refuse you by any manner of means. You hadn't told me anything about yourself—how you came here, and what you were doing, or anything that an old lover's heart was panting to know."
"Well, I will tell you now. I have been, ever since that time, in the family of a nobleman, as a sort of half servant, half companion to his daughter."
"You don't say so! Then what on earth can you want of twenty-five pounds?"