'I think, Mary,' said Biffins, not unkindly but sadly, 'Crona would like to see me alone.'

Mary curtseyed and retired.

Now, what passed between Crona and Biffins Lee at this time hardly affects this ower true tale to any great degree. So the chief details of the interview may be omitted. But towards its close Biffins Lee turned towards Crona.

'And,' he said, 'supposing that I refuse point-blank to do as you tell me, Miss'——

'Stop!' cried his interviewer; 'I am Crona, and you are Biffins Lee—er—for the present. As to your refusing my offer—for an offer, and a good one it is—when you have time to consider you will not dream of such a thing. I do not apprehend any obstinacy on your part, Mr—Biffins Lee. I will call again to-morrow for your answer.'

She was about to leave when Lee called to her. 'Stay, stay,' he said. 'I will not require to ask you to call to-morrow. I shall give you my answer now.'

'And that is?'

'I accept.'

'Wise man! Better is a handful with quietness than both hands full with vexation of spirit.'

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