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“Let me write to you, Mr. Ironside,” she said at last, with a vague idea of softening a refusal that had become inexplicably hard.

“Write and say ‘No’?” said Jeff.

She smiled a little, but her eyes filled with sudden tears. “You make it very hard for me to say ‘No,'” she said.

“I would like to make it impossible,” he said.

“Even when I have told you that I can’t–that I don’t–love you in the ordinary way?” she said almost pleadingly.

“I don’t want to be loved in the ordinary way,” he answered doggedly.

“I should be a perpetual disappointment to you,” she said.

“I would rather have even that than–nothing,” said Jeff.

One of the tears ran over and fell upon their clasped hands. “In fact, you want me at any price,” she said.

“At any price,” said Jeff.

She bent her head and choked back a sob. “And no one else wants me at all,” she whispered.

He stooped towards her. Perhaps for her peace of mind it was as well that she did not see the sudden fire that blazed in his deep-set eyes as he did so.

“So you’ll change your mind,” he said, after a moment, to the bowed head. “You’ll have me–you will?”

She caught back another sob and said nothing.

He straightened himself sharply. “Miss Elliot, if it’s going to make you miserable, you had better send me away. I’ll go–if it’s for that.”

He would have released her hand, but it tightened very suddenly upon his. “No, don’t go–don’t go!” she said.

“But you’re crying,” muttered Jeff uneasily.

She gave a big gulp and raised her head. The tears were running down her cheeks, but she smiled at him bravely notwithstanding. “I believe I should cry–much more–if you were to go now,” she told him, with a quaint effort at humour.

Jeff Ironside put a strong grip upon himself. His heart was thumping like the strokes of a heavy hammer. “Then you’ll have me?” he said.

She put her other hand, with a very winning gesture of confidence, into his. “I don’t see how I can help it,” she said. “You’ve knocked down all my obstacles. But you do understand, don’t you? You won’t–won’t–“

“Abuse your trust? No, never!” said Jeff Ironside. “I will die by my own hand sooner.”

“Ah, I can’t help liking you,” Doris said impulsively, as if in explanation or excuse. “You’re so big.”

“Thank you,” Jeff said very earnestly. “And you won’t cry any more?”

She uttered a whimsical little laugh. “But I wasn’t crying for myself,” she said, as she dried her eyes. “I was crying for you.”

“Well, you mustn’t,” said Jeff. “You have given me all I want–much more than I dared to hope for.” He paused a moment, then abruptly, “You won’t think better of it when I’m gone, will you?” he said. “You won’t write and say you have changed your mind?”

She gave him her hand again with an air of comradeship. “It’s a bargain, Mr. Ironside,” she said, with gentle dignity. “A very one-sided one, I fear, but still–a bargain.”

“I beg your pardon,” murmured Jeff.

CHAPTER VI

THE WEDDING PRESENT

The marriage of Jeff Ironside to Colonel Elliot’s daughter created a sensation in the neighbourhood even greater than that which followed the Colonel’s death. But the ceremony itself was strictly private. It took place so quietly and so suddenly very early on a misty October morning that it was over before most people knew anything about it. Jim Dawlish knew, and was present with old Granny Grimshaw; but, save for the family lawyer who gave away the bride and the aged rector who married them, no one else was in the secret.

Mrs. Elliot knew, but she and her stepdaughter had never been in sympathy, and she had already left the place and gone to town.

Very small and pathetic looked the bride in her deep mourning on that dim autumn morning, but she played her part with queenly dignity, unfaltering, undismayed. If she had acted upon impulse she was fully prepared to face the consequences.