“Pardon me for returning to the subject,” pursued the captain.  “It has just occurred to my mind that you might actually have spoken in earnest.  My poor child! how can I earn the fifty pounds before the reward is offered to me?  Those handbills may not be publicly posted for a week to come.  Precious as you are to all your relatives (myself included), take my word for it, the lawyers who are managing this case will not pay fifty pounds for you if they can possibly help it.  Are you still persuaded that my needy pockets are gaping for the money?  Very good.  Button them up in spite of me with your own fair fingers.  There is a train to London at nine forty-five to-night.  Submit yourself to your friend’s wishes and go back by it.”

“Never!” said Magdalen, firing at the bare suggestion, exactly as the captain had intended she should.  “If my mind had not been made up before, that vile handbill would have decided me.  I forgive Norah,” she added, turning away and speaking to herself, “but not Mr. Pendril, and not Miss Garth.”

“Quite right!” said Captain Wragge.  “The family spirit.  I should have done the same myself at your age.  It runs in the blood.  Hark! there goes the clock again—­half-past seven.  Miss Vanstone, pardon this seasonable abruptness!  If you are to carry out your resolution—­if you are to be your own mistress much longer, you must take a course of some kind before eight o’clock.  You are young, you are inexperienced, you are in imminent danger.  Here is a position of emergency on one side—­and here am I, on the other, with an uncle’s interest in you, full of advice.  Tap me.”

“Suppose I choose to depend on nobody, and to act for myself?” said Magdalen.  “What then?”

“Then,” replied the captain, “you will walk straight into one of the four traps which are set to catch you in the ancient and interesting city of York.  Trap the first, at Mr. Huxtable’s house; trap the second, at all the hotels; trap the third, at the railway station; trap the fourth, at the theater.  That man with the handbills has had an hour at his disposal.  If he has not set those four traps (with the assistance of the local solicitor) by this time, he is not the competent lawyer’s clerk I take him for.  Come, come, my dear girl! if there is somebody else in the background, whose advice you prefer to mine—­”

“You see that I am alone,” she interposed, proudly.  “If you knew me better, you would know that I depend on nobody but myself.”

Those words decided the only doubt which now remained in the captain’s mind—­the doubt whether the course was clear before him.  The motive of her flight from home was evidently what the handbills assumed it to be—­a reckless fancy for going on the stage.  “One of two things,” thought Wragge to himself, in his logical way.  “She’s worth more than fifty pounds to me in her present situation, or she isn’t.  If she is, her friends may whistle for her.  If she isn’t, I have only to keep her till the bills are posted.”  Fortified by this simple plan of action, the captain returned to the charge, and politely placed Magdalen between the two inevitable alternatives of trusting herself to him, on the one hand, or of returning to her friends, on the other.