"We want so much more."

"Then you have so many more chances of earning it."

"Earning it! Oh, that is a new view of the case!"

"I should not mind doing it; that is, if I could succeed."

"Do you know, I took you for your nephews' governess. It never crossed
my mind you were an heiress. As a rule, heiresses are revolting to the
last degree."

"I feel the compliment."

"Remember, I like their money, only I object to its being encumbered."

"You are wonderfully frank, Mr. De Burgh."

"I dare say you said 'brutally frank' in your thoughts, Miss Liddell,
and you are right. I am rather a bad lot, and a little too old to mend.
But let it be a saving clause in your mind, if I ever recur to it, that
the fact of your being nice enough for the governess impelled me to
offer driving lessons to the heiress. Will you take the reins? You might
hold them forever if you choose."

"Not yet, thank you--when we get out on the road again," returned
Katherine, not seeing or seeming to see his covert meaning. "You are
surely not a democrat?"

"A democrat? No. I have no particular view as regards politics; but if
the devil ever got so completely the upper hand in this world as to
leave it without a class to serve and obey _us_, their natural
superiors, I'd decline to stay here any longer, and descend by the help
of a bullet to lower regions, where I should have better society."

"More congenial society, I am sure," said Katherine, laughing, though
revolted by his tone. She felt it would never do to show she was. "You
are quite different from any one _I_ ever met. Do you know, you give me
the idea of a wicked Norman Baron in the Middle Ages."

De Burgh laughed, as if he rather enjoyed the observation. "I know," he
said; "a regular melodramatic villain, 'away with him to the lowest
dungeon beneath the castle moat' sort of fellow, who would draw a Jew's
teeth before breakfast and roast a restive burgher after. I wonder,
considering you possess the two strongest attractions for men of this
description--money and (may I say it?) beauty--that you trust yourself
with me."

"Ah! you concealed your vile opinions successfully; so you see I could
not know my danger," returned Katherine, laughing. "You are not at all a
modern man."

"I accept the compliment."

"Which I did not intend for one. When we get through the gates I will
take the reins again."

"Certainly; but the ponies' heads will be turned homeward, and I am
afraid they w