The colour that sprang into Cora's face at this rude comparison was such, unfortunately, as perhaps a little to justify it. Yet she retained, in spite of her emotion, some remnant of presence of mind. "I remember your saying once, some time ago, that that was just what he would be sure not to do: I mean when he began to go in for his dreadful ideas———"
Mr. Prodmore took her boldly up. "About the 'radical programme,' the 'social revolution,' the spoliation of everyone, and the destruction of everything? Why, you stupid thing, I've worked round to a complete agreement with him. The taking from those who have by those who haven't———"
"Well?" said the girl, with some impatience, as he sought the right way of expressing his notion.
"What is it but to receive, from consenting hands, the principal treasure of the rich? If I'm rich, my daughter is my largest property, and I freely make her over. I shall, in other words, forgive my young friend his low opinions if he renounces them for you."
Cora, at this, started as with a glimpse of delight. "He won't renounce them! He shan't!"
Her father appeared still to enjoy the ingenious
