'I may come to you next week, and tell you that I am in the streets.'

'In the streets?'

'I have had a terrible scene with my brother, and he threatens, if anything happens, to turn me out of the house. You know I am a poor woman.'

Morris had a speculative idea that she had a little property; but he naturally did not press this.

'I should be very sorry to see you suffer martyrdom for me,' he said.' But you make your brother out a regular Turk.'

Mrs Penniman hesitated a little.

'I certainly do not regard Austin as an orthodox Christian.'

'And am I to wait till he is converted?'

'Wait at any rate till he is less violent. Bide your time, Mr Townsend; remember the prize is great.'

Morris walked along some time in silence, tapping the railings and gate-posts very sharply with his stick.

'You certainly are devilish inconsistent!' he broke out at last.' I have already got Catherine to consent to a private marriage.'

Mrs Penniman was indeed inconsistent, for at this news she gave a little jump of gratification.

'Oh, when and where?' she cried. And then she stopped short. Morris was a little vague about this.

'That isn't fixed; but she consents. It's deuced awkward now to back out.'

Mrs Penniman, as I say, had stopped short; and she stood there with her eyes fixed brilliantly on her companion.

'Mr Townsend,' she proceeded,' shall I tell you something. Catherine loves you so much that you may do anything.'

This declaration was slightly ambiguous, and Morris opened his eyes.

'I am happy to hear it. But what do you mean by' anything'?'

'You may postpone - you may change about; she won't think the worse of you.'

Morris stood there, with his raised eyebrows; then he said, simply and rather dryly,' Ah!' After this he remarked to Mrs Penniman that if she walked so slowly she would attract notice, and he succeeded, after a fashion, in hurrying her back to the domicile of which her tenure had become so insecure.