8/18 A thorough change of that kind would set her up wonderfully. Oh, don't trouble to light up for me; I can't stay much longer." Hilliard had risen, but instead of lighting the lamp he turned to the window and stood there drumming with his fingers on a pane. "Does it seem a piece of madness ?" "You must judge for yourself, Narramore." "When you have seen her I think you'll take my views. Of course it's the very last thing I ever imagined myself doing; but I begin to see that the talk about fate isn't altogether humbug. I want this girl for my wife, and I never met any one else whom I really _did_ want. |