Celie sets a guard about Mme.Dauvray.She will not give to people the opportunity to find madame generous." "Oh," said Wethermill slowly.

"Is that so ?" And he turned and walked by Helene Vauquier's side.
"Never speak of Mme.

Dauvray's wealth, monsieur, if you would keep the favour of Mlle.Celie.She is young, but she knows her world." "I have not spoken of money to her," replied Wethermill; and then he burst out laughing.

"But why should you think that I--I, of all men--want money ?" he asked.
And Helene answered him again enigmatically.
"If I am wrong, monsieur, I am sorry, but you can help me too," she said, in her submissive voice.

And she passed on, leaving Wethermill rooted to the ground.
It was a bargain she proposed--the impertinence of it! It was a bargain she proposed--the value of it! In that shape ran Harry Wethermill's thoughts.