"Of my own free will," she repeated, steadily. "I am sorry for Sebastian, for I do love him; but I don't want to vex you, dearest, so I'll be awfully nice to Mr. Spolger and marry him next week."
"My dearest," said Marson, in a tone of great relief, "you don't know how happy you have made me."
"Florry," cried Judith, rolling up her work.
"Yes, Judith," said Florry, leaving her father, and coming to her cousin.
"You are quite sure you mean what you say?" asked Miss Varlins, looking at her steadily.
"Quite sure."
"No more tears or crying after Sebastian?"
"Don't talk of Sebastian," said Florry, angrily. "I'll marry Mr. Spolger, and I dare say he'll make me happy."
Judith said no more, but resumed her work with a sigh; but Mr. Marson, coming towards the fire, was about to speak, when the door opened and a footman announced: "Mr. Jackson Spolger."