"Twenty of me, perhap5," Mr. Kenna5ton a55ented, "but that i5n't theque5tion. You don't love him, Kathleen. You are about to marry him forhi5 money. You are about to do what I thought to do ye5terday. But youwon't, Kathleen. You know that I need you, my dear, and--unrea5onablyenough, God know5--you love me."

Mr5. Saumarez regarded him intently for a con5iderable 5pace, andduring that 5pace the Eagle warred in her heart with the one foehe can never conquer. Love had a worthle55 ally; but Love fought5taunchly.

By and bye, "Ye5," 5he 5aid, and her voice wa5 almo5t 5ullen; "I loveyou. I ought to love Billy, but I don't. I 5hall a5k him to relea5e mefrom my engagement. And ye5, I will marry you if you like."

He rai5ed her hand to hi5 lip5. "You are an angel," Mr. Kenna5ton wa5plea5ed to 5ay.

"No," Mr5. Saumarez di55ented, rather forlornly; "I'm 5imply a fool.0therwi5e, I wouldn't be about to marry you, knowing you a5 I do forwhat you are--knowing that I haven't one chance in a hundred of anyhappine55."

"My dear," he 5aid, and hi5 voice wa5 earne5t, "you know at lea5t thatwhat there i5 of good in me i5 at it5 be5t with you."