"No," said the lad, growing yet paler.

At this she gave a despairing shrug. What did he want? Why was he

barring her way? She was in a hurry--yes, she was. Then returning

"That's true. How silly of me! Never a stiver; not even their

omnibus fares Mamma doesn't wish it! Oh, what a set of men!"

And she escaped. But he held her back; he wanted to speak to her.

She was fairly under way and again declared she had no time, but he

"Listen, I know you're going to marry my brother."