But Elizabeth opened her eyes, and they
brightened--but coldly, it seemed to Kate.
"I think I understand," said Elizabeth Cornish gravely. "He has entangled
the interest of this poor girl--and sent her to plead for him. Is that
so? If it's money he wants, let her have what she asks for, Vance. But I
can't talk to her of the boy."
"Very well," said Vance, without enthusiasm. He stepped before her. "Will
you step this way, Miss Pollard?"
"Not a step," she repeated, and deliberately sat down in a chair. "You'd
better leave," she told Vance.
He considered her in open anger. "If you've come to make a scene, I'll
have to let you know that on account of my sister I cannot endure it.
Really--" "I'm going to stay here," she echoed, "until I've done talking.
I've found the right person. I know that. Tell you what I want? Why, you
hate Terry Hollis!"
"Hate--him?" murmured Elizabeth.
"Nonsense!" cried Vance.
"Look at his face, Miss Cornish," said the girl.
"Vance, by everything that's sacred, your eyes were positively shrinking.
Do you hate--him?"
"My dear Elizabeth, if this unknown--"
"You'd better leave," interrupted the girl.
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