“Look here,” said Hallam, throwing aside the paper impatiently, “what do you want?”
“Julia.”
“You mean you want to try if she’ll listen to you.”
“No, I don’t. I mean I want her, and I mean to have her, and half share.”
“And if I say it’s impossible?”
“But you won’t,” said Crellock coolly.
Hallam sat back, frowning and biting his nails, while the other slowly beat his boot with his whip.
At last Hallam’s brow cleared, and he said in a quiet, easy way:
“She might do better, Steve; but I won’t stand in your way. Only the thing must come about gently. Talk to the girl. You shall have chances. I don’t want any scenes with her or her mother, or any flying to that old man or the parson to help her. It must be worked quietly.”
“All right. Order the horses round, and let her go for a ride with me this morning.”