Hawkes, but seemingly all REGARD as
well.
Ridicule is the certain death-blow to a great and disinterested
affection.
Peg's laugh still rang in his ears and as he looked at her now, with
a new intelligence, unblinded by illusion, he realised what a
mistake it would have been for a man, of his temperament, leanings
and achievements to have linked his life with hers. Even his first
feeling of resentment passed. He felt now a warm tinge of gratitude.
Her refusal--bitter though its method had been--was a sane and wise
decision. It was better for both of them.
He looked at her gratefully and said:
"Very well. I think your determination to return to your father, a
very wise one. I shall advise the Chief Executor to that effect. And
I shall also see that a cabin is reserved for you on the first out-
going steamer, and I'll personally take you on board."
"Thank ye very much, sir. An' may I have the twenty pounds?"
"Certainly. Here it is," and he handed her the money.
"I'm much obliged to ye. An' I'm sorry if I hurt ye by laughin' just
now. But I thought ye were jokin', I did."
"Please never refer to it again."
"I won't--indade I won't. I am sure it was very nice of ye to want
to marry me--"
"I beg you--" he interrupted, stopping her with a gesture.
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