'
The growing passion in the irascible gentleman towering above her
warned her that it was time to bring the scene to an end.
'I am glad,' she repeated steadily, 'very glad--especially--for Mr.
Desmond.'
'Oh, Desmond!' the Squire threw out impatiently, beginning again to
walk up and down.
'He would have minded so dreadfully,' she said, still in a lower
key. 'It was really him I was thinking of. Of course I had no right
to interfere with your affairs--'
The Squire turned, the tyrant in him reviving fast.
'Well, you did interfere--and to some purpose! Now then--yes or
no--is your notice withdrawn?'
Elizabeth hesitated.
'I would willingly stay with you,' she said, 'if--'
'If what?'
She looked up with a sudden flash of laughter.
'If we can really get on!'
'Name your terms!' He returned, frowning and excited, to the
neighbourhood of the Roman emperor.
'Oh no--I have no terms,' she said hurriedly. 'Only--if you
ask me to help you with the land, I should want to obey the
Government--and--and do the best for the war.
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