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“Do not mention his name.”

“I must, for report gives you to him. I only say now what is the common talk of London. I am a young man, and not in the least like Selwyn. I hate a girl giving herself to an old man, but I am young and suitable as regards age. I am clever, too, and doing splendidly in my profession. Already I am considered one of the greatest brain specialists of the day. By and by I shall be a rich man. Already I am anything but poor. I can put your mother’s affairs quite straight, and I will if only you will promise to be mine.”

“I do not love you, and therefore I cannot promise to be yours. Now, please, let me go.”

“Not yet, not for a moment. Your love will come. Promise to marry me, if not for my sake, for your mother’s. Oh, Barbara, Miss Evershed—it does not matter what I call you—you will never repent it. If you were my wife, I should be a good man. I do not pretend that I am good now; I am just a desperate fellow, but full of love for you. Have you not been the star which I have set before me since I was a lad? Say you will marry me; say it—you will never regret it. If you do not there will be mischief. Oh, Barbara, do not give me up. Barbara, I shall go down, I shall sink, I shall be ruined, if you refuse me.”