But he still resisted his mother's attempt to put an end to the scene.
"That's all very well, Lisa," he said at last, "but what are you going to do ?" Elizabeth withdrew her hand from Anderson's.
"What am I going to do?
_Wait_--just that!" But her lip trembled.

And to hide it she sank down again in the low chair in front of her brother, propping her face in both hands.
"Wait ?" repeated Philip, scornfully--"and what for ?" "Till you and mother--come to my way of thinking--and"-- she faltered--"till Mr.Anderson--" Her voice failed her a moment.

Anderson stood motionless, bending towards her, hanging upon her every gesture and tone.
"Till Mr.Anderson--" she resumed, "is--well!--is brave enough to--trust a woman! and--oh! good Heavens!"-- she dashed the tears from her eyes, half laughing, as her self-control broke down--"clever enough to save her from proposing to him in this abominable way!" She sprang to her feet impatiently.

Anderson would have caught her in his arms; but with a flashing look, she put him aside.

A wail broke from Mrs.Gaddesden: "Lisa--you won't leave us!" "Never, darling--unless you send me!--or come with me! And now, don't you think, Philip dearest, you might let us all go to bed?
You are really not worse, you know; and Mother and I are going to carry you off south--very, very soon." She bent to him and kissed his brow.