His sister was even then writhing under the humiliation.
And here was an opportunity to get even, not only with Kenelm, but with the "inmate." If she, Hannah, were to marry and leave the pair instead of being herself left! Oh, the glory of it--the triumphant glory of it! How she could crush her brother! How she could gloat over and sneer at Imogene! The things she might say--she, the wife of a rich man! Oh, wonderful! "Well, come on, Hannah, come on," urged the impatient Caleb.

"What do you say ?" But Miss Parker still shook her head.

"It ain't any use, Caleb," she declared.

"Even if--if I wanted to, how could I tell Kenelm?
He'd raise an awful fuss.

He'd tell everybody and they--" "No, he wouldn't.