my girl!" he said. "I'll settle this old firebrand."
"Don't-quarrel with him, Jake!" she said nervously.
"What should I quarrel about?" said Jake. "Good night, forlorn princess!"
His voice had a note in it that was almost motherly. She went, from him with a distinct sense of comfort. His touch had been so strong and withal so gentle.
As for Jake, he turned back into the room with the utmost confidence and shut himself in with an air of decision.
"Now, sir," he said, "if you've any complaint to make, p'raps you'll be good enough to mention it to me right now, and I'll deal with the same. I'm not going to have my girl bullied any more."
His voice was quiet, even slightly drawling, but his eyes shone with something of a glare. He came straight to the old man, who still leaned on his umbrella, and stood before him.
The latter gazed at him ferociously, and for a space they remained thus, stubbornly fixing each other. Then abruptly the old man spoke.
"You're very masterful, young fellow-my-lad. I suppose you think yourself one of the lords of creation, good enough for anybody, hey?"
Jake's stern face relaxed slowly. "I don't claim to be a prince of the blood," he said, "but I reckon I've got some-points."
"And you reckon you're good enough to marry my niece?" snapped Uncle Edward.
Jake squared his shoulders. "I shall make her a better husband than some," he said.
The old man smote the floor with his umbrella. "Shall you? And has she told you that she's in love with another man?"
Jake's right hand went suddenly deep into his pocket and remained there. "I am aware that she was once," he said, speaking very deliberately. "But that is over. Also, he was not the man for her."
"A scoundrel, hey? Not a sound man like yourself?" There was a malicious note in the query, but Jake ignored it.
"He does not count anyway," he said, with finality. "If he did, your niece wouldn't have come to me for protection. I believe she appealed to you first, but you had more important things to attend to. With me it was otherwise, and so I consider that I have a greater right to be her protector than anyone else in the world."
"Do you?" said Uncle Edward. "That means you're in love with her, I suppose?"
Jake's eyes fenced with his. "You may take it to mean that if it pleases you to do so," he said.
The old man raked his throat pugnaciously. "It's damn' presumption. I tell you that," he said.
"That may be," said Jake, unmoved.
"But it doesn't alter your intentions, hey? You're one of the cussed sort, I can see. Well, look here, young man! I'll make you a proposal. You seem to think I've neglected my duty, though heaven knows these Brians have no claims on me. But I've taken a fancy to the girl. She's gentle, which is more than can be said for most of your modern young women. So you just listen to me for a minute! You're on a wrong tack altogether. Courting should come before marriage, not after. You may marry first and you may think for a time that all is going to be well between you, but there'll come a day when you'll wake up and find that in spite of all you haven't won her. And that'll mean misery for you both. Don't you do it, young man! You'll find the game's not worth the candle. You have a little patience! Let the girl come to me for a bit! I may be old, but I'll protect her. And if you care to come after her, and do a little courting now and then, well-it's not a very brilliant match for her, but I shan't forbid it."
He ceased to speak. There seemed to be a smile in the eyes that watched him, but there was no suggestion of it about Jake's mouth, which was slightly compressed.
"That's all very well, sir," he said in his slow quiet way. "But have you laid this proposal of yours before Miss Brian herself?"
Uncle Edward made a sound of impatience. "She can think of no one but her brother. She'll agree fast enough when she realizes that it's the only thing to do."
"Will she?" said Jake. "And have you put it to her in that light?"
The old man coughed and made no reply.
Jake went on with the utmost composure. "You offer her a home where she can continue to be a slave to her brother. You don't propose to lift the burden at all, to ease her life, to make her happy. You wouldn't know where to begin. You are ready and anxious to deliver her from me. But there your goodness starts and finishes. You talk of my damnable presumption." A ruddy glitter like the flicker of a flame dispelled the hint of humour from the lynx-like eyes. "That is just your point of view. But I reckon I'm nearer to her-several lengths nearer-than you or any other man. She hasn't brought all her troubles to you and cried her heart out in your arms, has she? No, – nor ever will-now! You've come too late, sir, – too late by just twelve hours! You may keep your money and your home to yourself! The girl is mine."
A deep note suddenly sounded in the man's voice, and Uncle Edward was abruptly made aware of a lion in his path.
He backed at once. He had not the smallest desire for an encounter with the savage beast.
"Tut, tut!" he said. "You talk like a Red Indian. I wasn't proposing to deprive you of her; only to give the girl a free hand and you the chance of winning her. If you take her without, there'll be the devil to pay sooner or later; I can tell you that. But, if you won't take the chance I offer, that's your affair entirely. I have no more to say."
"I am taking a different sort of chance," Jake said. "And I have a suspicion that it's less of a gamble than the one you suggest. In any case, I've put my money on it, and there it'll stay."
He looked Uncle Edward straight in the eyes a moment, and then broke into his sudden, disarming smile.
"Can't you stop over the week-end now and give her away?" he asked persuasively. "Her mother seems to shy at the notion."
"Her mother always was a fool," said Uncle Edward irascibly. Here at least was a safe object upon which to vent his indignation! "The biggest fool that ever lived! What on earth men found to like in her I never could understand. Oh yes, I'll give the girl away. If you're so set on getting married at once, I'd better stop and see that it's done properly. Lucy never did anything properly in her life."
"Thank you," said Jake. "You are most kind-and considerate."
"Mark you, that doesn't mean that I approve," warned the old man. "It's a hare-brained scheme altogether, but I suppose I owe it to my family to see that it's done on the square."
Jake had suddenly become extremely suave. "That is very benevolent of you, sir," he said.
"I regard it as my duty," said Uncle Edward gruffly.
He had never been called benevolent before, and the term was not altogether to his liking. It seemed safer to accept it, however, without question. There was an unknown element about this young man that was in some fashion formidable. An odd respect mingled with his first contempt. The fellow might be a bounder, – he was not absolutely decided upon that head-but, as he himself had modestly stated, he had some points. By marrying him, his young niece was about to commit a very rash act, but it was possible-just possible-that it might not lead to utter disaster. It was not a marriage of which he could approve, but the man seemed solid, and certainly he himself had no urgent desire to take in the girl and her cripple brother. Altogether, though he did not like to think that his advice had been ignored, and though at the back of his mind
