"You don't mean that, I know," he said indulgently. "I can see you 're going to be sensible. You would n't let a trifle of ready money stand between you an' keepin' your good name—a nice, ladylike girl like you. Why, for less than what you 've done, women have been stoned in the streets before now. Come now; I 'm not going to be hard on you. Make an offer."
He sat above them against the sky, beaming painfully, always with a wary apprehension at the back of his regard.
"You won't go away?" demanded Kamis suddenly. "You won't? You know I can't do it if you 're here. Then I 'm going to pay."
"You shan't," retorted Margaret. "I won't have it, I tell you. I don't care what he does."
"I 'm going to pay," repeated Kamis. "It 's that or—you won't go away?"
"No," said the girl angrily.
"Then I 'm going to pay." He turned from her. "I 'll give you twenty pounds," he called to Bailey.
"Double it," replied Boy Bailey promptly; "add ten; take away the number you thought of; and the answer is fifty pounds, cash down, and dirt cheap at that. Put that in my hand and I 'll clear out of here within the hour and you 'll never hear of me again."
Kamis nodded slowly. "If I do hear of you again," he said, "I 'll come to you. Paul will bring you the money to-morrow morning, and then you 'll go."
"Right-O." Mr. Bailey rose awkwardly to his feet and made search for his boots. With them in his hands, he looked down on the pair again.