"Margaret will!"
"But her father! You do not understand, my precious. You dear, little, unworldly soul! Margaret Moffatt's marriage means a ninth wonder. Any meddling with that would have to be sifted to the dregs. And when they reached you, my own girl, they would grind you to atoms!"
"Not—Margaret!"
Priscilla drew herself away from the straining hands. She was quite calm now and terribly earnest.
"When all's told, it is Margaret and I—and God!"
"No. There are others, and other things. All the world's forces are against you."
"No, they are not! They are turning with me. I feel them; I feel them. I am not afraid." Then she took command, while Travers stood amazed. She put her hands on his shoulders and held him so before the bar of her crude, woman-judgment.
"Answer me, my beloved! You believe—what I have told you?"
"I do."
"You know Doctor Hapgood will do no more?"