Precious sprang to her feet, her blue eyes blazing with anger and scorn.
"You must be crazy! Why, my papa will kill you for this!" she panted indignantly.
Lindsey Warwick laughed mockingly.
"Oh, no, my dear; he will not get the chance. He will never know where you are until you marry me!"
She stamped her little foot with the pride of a queen.
"Senator Winans' daughter marry you—a drawing-master!" she cried, with increased indignation.
"Certainly, my dear. Pride can stoop sometimes. Your mother was only a governess when she became the senator's bride!"
She looked at him in amazement at his knowledge of their family history, and answered proudly:
"My mother belonged to one of the proudest families in the South. It was only the reverse of fortune that placed her for a short time in a dependent position."
With a laugh he answered: