Michael was paying no attention to her; he had walked rapidly up and down the room once or twice, much to her astonishment.

At last he spoke.

“I have an idea—­but first let me give you some tea—­No—­do help yourself,” then he paused awkwardly, and she at once proceeded to fill her cup.

Binko had condescended to emerge from his basket under the table.  Tea-time was an hour when he allowed himself to take an interest in human beings.

“Oh! you darling!” the girl cried, putting down her cup.  “You fat, lovely, wrinkly darling!”

“He is a nice dog,” his master admitted; his voice was actually nervous—­and he pulled Binko to him by his solid, fleshy paws, while he sat down in his chair again.

Miss Delburg had got back into her seat, where she munched a cake and continued her tea.  The chair was so deep and long that her little bits of feet did not nearly reach the ground, but dangled there.

“Mayn’t I pour you out some, too?” she asked, getting forward again.  “I do love to pour out—­and do you take sugar—?  I like lumps and lumps of it.”

“Oh—­er—­yes,” Michael agreed absently, and then he went on with the determined air of a person getting something off his chest.  “I hardly know how to say what I am thinking of, it sounds so strange.  Listen—­I also must marry someone—­anyone—­to avert a fate I don’t want—­What do you say to marrying me?”

The teapot came down into the tray with a bump, while the round, childish eyes grew like saucers with astonishment.

“Oh!”

“I dare say it does surprise you—­” Michael then hastened to add.  “I mean, we should only go through the ceremony, of course, and you could get your money and I my freedom.”

The girl clasped her hands round her knees.

“And I should never have to see you again?” in a glad voice of comprehension.

Michael leaned forward nearer to her.

“Well—­no—­never, unless you wished.”

Miss Delburg actually kicked her feet with delight.

“It is a perfectly splendid suggestion,” she announced.  “We could just oblige one another in this way, and need never see or speak to each other again.  What made it come into your head?  Do you really think we could do that—­Oh! how rude of me—­I’ve forgotten to pour out your tea!”

“Never mind, talking about—­our marriage—­is more interesting,” and Mr. Arranstoun’s blue eyes filled with mischievous appreciation of the situation, even beyond the seriousness of the discussion he meant to carry to an end.  But this aspect did not so much concern Miss Delburg, as that she had let slip a particular pleasure for the moment, that of being allowed a teapot in her own hand, instead of being given a huge bowl of milk with a drop of weak coffee mixed in it, and watching a like fate fall upon her companions.

When this delightful business was accomplished to her satisfaction, her sweet little round face a model of serious responsibility the while, she handed Michael the cup and drew herself back once more into the depth of the giant chair.