me. But I will not ask my father to give you money because it is
my pleasure to go. Were I to say so he would not believe me."

"It is you who have told him to give it me only on the condition of
your staying."

"I have told him nothing. He knows that I do not wish to go. He
cannot but know that. But he knows that I mean to go if you require
it."

"And you will do nothing for me?"

"Nothing,--in regard to my father." He raised his fist with the
thought of striking her, and she saw the motion. But his arm fell
again to his side. He had not quite come to that yet. "Surely you
will have the charity to tell me whether I am to go, if it be fixed,"
she said.

"Have I not told you so twenty times?"

"Then it is fixed."

"Yes;--it is fixed. Your father will tell you about your things.
He has promised you some beggarly sum,--about as much as a
tallow-chandler would give his daughter."

"Whatever he does for me will be sufficient for me. I am not afraid
of my father, Ferdinand."

"You shall be afraid of me before I have done with you," said he,
leaving the room.

Then as he sat at his club, dining there alone, there came across
his mind ideas of what the world would be like to him if he could
leave his wife at home and take Lizzie Eustace with him to Guatemala.
Guatemala was very distant, and it would matter little there whether
the woman he brought with him was his wife or no. It was clear enough
to him that his wife desired no more of his company. What were the
conventions of the world to him? This other woman had money at her
own command. He could not make it his own because he could not marry
her, but he fancied that it might be possible to bring her so far
under his control as to make the money almost as good as his own.
Mr. Wharton's money was very hard to reach, and would be as hard to
reach,--perhaps harder,--when Mr. Wharton was dead, as now, during
his life. He had said a good deal to the lady since the interview of
which a report has been given. She had declared herself to be afraid
of Bios. She did not in the least doubt that great things might be
ultimately done with Bios, but she did not quite see the way with her
small capital,--thus humbly did she speak of her wealth,--to be one
of those who should take the initiative in the matter. Bios evidently
required a great deal of advertisement, and Lizzie Eustace had a
short-sighted objection to expend what money she had saved on the
hoardings of London. Th