"
"Is that all?"
"Is that not enough?"
"Hardly. I don't labor for such poor pay. As you say, I have gone to
a great deal of trouble, and lost three nights' sleep running. I want
something more than 'thank you' for all that."
Mollie tried to laugh--all in a flutter.
"Name your price, then, sir. Though it were half my kingdom, you shall
be paid."
"And don't mind me, sir," suggested Mrs. Sharpe, demurely.
"Ah! but I do mind you," said Mr. Ingelow; "and besides, the time for
payment has not yet come. Doctor Oleander's little bill must be settled
first. What do you mean to do about it, Miss Dane?"
"Punish him to the utmost of my power."
"And that will be pretty severe punishment, if you appeal to the laws
of our beloved country. Abductions, and forcible marriages, and illegal
imprisonment don't go for nothing, I fancy. Only, unfortunately, the
whole land will ring with your story, and your notoriety will be more
extensive than gratifying."
Mollie made a gesture of horror.
"Oh, stop! Not that! I should die if it were known I was Guy Oleander's
wife! I mean it, Hugh Ingelow.
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