Upon the silence that followed the girl thrust an “Oh!” into which she put grief, protest, anger, consternation.

“Mother!” she cried.  “Did you know?  How could you allow—­how did you come to do such a terrible thing?”

Her mother put her hands to her face and sat down and began to sob with hysterical display of emotion.  Farr scowled a bit as he looked at her.  She was overdressed.  There was an artificial air about her whole appearance—­even her hysterics seemed artificial.

The girl turned from her with a gesture of angry despair as if she realized, from experience, that she could expect, at that juncture, only emotion without explanation.

“Hold on here,” cried Dodd, “hold on here, everybody!  This is all right.  You just let me inform you, Mr. Butter-in, that Mr. Burke has full authority to solemnize a marriage.  He is a notary and was commissioned at the last meeting of the governor and council.  And I know that,” he added, attempting a bit of a swagger, “for I secured the commission for him myself.”  He came out of his corner and shook his cane at Farr.  “I want you to understand that I have political power in this state!”

“I wouldn’t brag about that kind of political power, when you can use it to make notaries out of jailbirds.  That must be a nice bunch you have up at your State House!”

“On your way!” Again the cane swished in front of Farr’s face.

“I beg your pardon, madam,” apologized Farr, bowing to the girl.  “You seem to be the only one in this room entitled to that courtesy,” he added, with a touch of his cynicism.  “Am I intruding on your personal business?”

“You are not,” she answered, her eyes flashing.  “I am glad you came in here.  I could have stopped the wretched folly myself, but you have helped me, and I thank you.”  She delivered that little speech with vigor.

“Kate!” pleaded Dodd.  “This isn’t fair.  I meant it all right.  Here’s your mother here!  You wouldn’t be reasonable the other way.  We had to do something.  For the love of Heaven, be good.  You know I—­”

She had turned her back on him.  Now she whirled and spat furious words at him, commanding him to be silent.

“Do you want to spread all this miserable business before this gentleman?” she demanded.  “I am ashamed—­ashamed!  My mother to consent to such a thing!”

She turned her back on him again and walked to and fro, beating her hands together in her passion.  And now ire boiled in Dodd.  He directed it all at the man who had interfered.

“This is no business of yours, you loafer.  I don’t know who you are, but you—­”

Farr grabbed the switching cane as he would have swept into his palm an annoying insect.  He broke it into many pieces between his sinewy fingers and tossed the bits into Dodd’s convulsed face.

“You’ll know me better later on—­you and your uncle, too.  Ask him what I advised him to do about having his weapon loose on his hip—­take the same advice for yourself.”