ght him round
if he would only have talked to her, but there is no doing anything
with a silent man. He was not her master. He had no power over her.
She was the lady of Portray, and he could not interfere with her.
If he intended to be sullen with her to the end, and to show his
contempt for her, she would turn against him. "The worm will turn,"
she said to herself. And yet she did not think herself a worm.

A few stations beyond Dumfries they were again alone. It was now
quite dark, and they had already been travelling over ten hours. They
would not reach their own station till eight, and then again there
would be the journey to Portray. At last he spoke to her. "Are you
tired, Lizzie?"

"Oh, so tired!"

"You have slept, I think."

"No, not once; not a wink. You have slept." This she said in a tone
of reproach.

"Indeed I have."

"I have endeavoured to read, but one cannot command one's mind at
all times. Oh, I am so weary. Is it much further? I have lost all
reckoning as to time and place."

"We change at the next station but one. It will soon be over now.
Will you have a glass of sherry? I have some in my flask." Again she
shook her head. "It is a long way down to Portray, I must own."

"Oh, I am so sorry that I have given you the trouble to accompany
me."

"I was not thinking of myself. I don't mind it. It was better that
you should have somebody with you,--just for this journey."

"I don't know why this journey should be different from any other,"
said Lizzie crossly. She had not done anything that made it necessary
that she should be taken care of,--like a naughty girl.

"I'll see you to the end of it now, anyway."

"And you'll stay a few days with me, Frank? You won't go away at
once? Say you'll stay a week. Dear, dear Frank; say you'll stay a
week. I know that the House doesn't meet for ever so long. Oh, Frank,
I do so wish you'd be more like yourself." There was no reason why
she should not make one other effort, and as she made it every sign
of fatigue passed away from her.

"I'll stay over to-morrow certainly," he replied.

"Only one day!"

"Days with me mean money, Lizzie, and money is a thing which is at
present very necessary to me."

"I hate money."

"That's very well for you, because you have plenty of it."

"I hate money. It is the only thing that one has that one cannot give
to those one loves. I could give you anything else;--though it cost a
thousand pounds."

"Pray don't