Of course, with your pride and your obstinacy you would tell Mr.Shand to go to--the devil if he ventured to object to any little delay that might be occasioned by looking after me.

Then Mr.
Shand would go--there, or elsewhere; and all your plans would be broken up, and you would be without a companion.' 'Unless I had you.' Of all the words which he could have spoken in such an emergency these were the most foolish; and yet, at so tender a moment, how were they to be repressed?
'I do think that Dick Shand is dangerous,' she answered, laughing; 'but I should be worse.

I am afraid Dick Shand will--drink.' 'If so, we must part.

And what would you do ?' 'What would I do?
What could I do ?' Then there was a pause.

'Perhaps I should want you to--marry me, which would be worse than Dick Shand's drinking.