"Is there nothing that could stop you from going now?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing at all?"
"No consideration upon earth!"
"Ah, you have taken your passage!"
"That's not it!"
He was indignant. A paltry seventy guineas!
"Then what is? It must be that you've made up your mind, and would not unmake it—no matter who asked you."
The slightest stress imaginable was laid upon the relative.
Dick was leaning against the window-ledge for support. His brain was whirling. He could scarcely believe his ears. There was a tearful tenderness in her voice which he could not, which he dared not understand.