It would be a scene better than many in her ha'penny novels, this going to him in the dusk of evening at Park Chambers and letting him at last have it.

"I know too much about a certain person now not to put it to you--excuse my being so lurid--that it's quite worth your while to buy me off.

Come, therefore; buy me!" There was a point indeed at which such flights had to drop again--the point of an unreadiness to name, when it came to that, the purchasing medium.

It wouldn't certainly be anything so gross as money, and the matter accordingly remained rather vague, all the more that _she_ was not a bad girl.

It wasn't for any such reason as might have aggravated a mere minx that she often hoped he would again bring Cissy.